A Good Neighborhood Novels & Stories

Orlando peered at the house across from where his car was parked; the blinds were open, so he had a clear view into the house. It was a small house in a nice suburban neighborhood. The people in this neighborhood were nice and friendly, and the police actually cared about checking crime.

Streetlights with burnt-out bulbs that nobody had replaced because no one with the authority to do so cared about this part of the city. Mrs Harlow had lived in this part of the city her whole life—the Adisa district. It was mainly filled with working-class people who were honest and kind. This was the kind of neighbourhood where people left their doors unlocked because the only things worth stealing were already shared. She'd refused to move, even after I'd offered to buy her a place in a better area. "My neighbours know me," she'd said, swatting the suggestion away with her wooden spoon. "I'm not leaving people who know me to go live among people who don't."

Anelia queried with a frown. She set the glass of water she was sipping from on the table and sat down. Thornton was a medium density suburb. It was a quiet and nice neighbourhood . Hardly did people ever have trouble with burglars, thieves and such. Sure, once in a while there were chances that it could have happened. Thornton was no rich people' suburb with 24/7 surveillance and tight security. But hell, it had particularly been a long time since she last heard of a crime. That or, she just hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings. Either way, her concerns were inclined.

"That's all you have to do. That, and nothing more." "Now, this is a good neighborhood." Slowing my truck, I pointed to a row of houses that lined the street. Each one was a different pastel color, forming a rainbow as far down as we could see. "It's new, too. The developer used the same company who built my house, so I can vouch for the quality of the construction. It's gated, with twenty-four/seven security, and it's about ten minutes to the stadium, though I'd take the backroads if you're driving during rush hour." "They're so pretty." Juliet lowered her dark sunglasses down her nose a little as she gazed out the window. "But they're really close together,

There was nothing about her that matched with that asshole. “Why this neighbourhood, Abigail?” She rubbed her nape and slouched. “The houses here are amazing, the rent’s low, and the neighbourhood’s quiet. I don’t really care about the people living here as long as I’m not bothered. Plus, it comes with a place that serves delicious beverages.” “Claudia does magic, doesn’t she?” She bobbed her head. I queried, feeling a little too curious and an ache I wanted gone, “So, is it just you and your bother?”

Nina argued. "Anyway, you can't, you have to move out of there." Nathan insisted. Nina sighed, "Where should I move, I think the neighborhood is quite good, they are good neighbors, care about each other and help each other, I've lived there for a long time." "You just relax, I'll organize everything," Nathan said; he immediately took out his cell phone and contacted his assistant. Nathan instructed Emi to immediately find a ready-to-live-in apartment that was safe and comfortable for Nina.

The neighborhood was filled mostly with elderly residents, hardly any young people around. Seeing her lack of enthusiasm, the agent quickly tried to pitch it. “Ms. Smith, don’t be put off by the age of the place. The location’s great. There’s a subway just one street over, lots of foot traffic, and plenty of life. Trust me, if you rent this spot, you won’t regret it.”

] As soon as I sent the message, replies started pouring in, filled with reassurance and gratitude. Some even pointed out bluntly that it was likely the dishonest family across the hall spreading rumors and insisted there was no need for me to reduce rent at all. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The realization that there were still many good people in the world brought me comfort. Most of my tenants came from very difficult financial situations. The rent I charged was already half the going rate for the area. They were all genuinely grateful to me. That absurd family across the hall was an exception. When they first moved in, they cried and begged on WhatsApp about how hard life was fo

Not a forced smile. A real smile. The first one I've seen since before Lydia's attack. Something in my chest loosens. Ellen shows me the rest of the property while Amelia explores the garden. Master bedroom with ensuite bathroom and walk-in closet. Laundry room with modern appliances. Two-car garage with storage space. Security system control panel in the hallway. Everything we need. Nothing excessive. "The neighborhood is very safe," Ellen says as we reconvene in the living room. Amelia's still outside, now examining the fence line. "Families, young professionals, some retirees. People keep to themselves but help when needed. Perfect for folks who value their privacy."

I am the only student in the entire nation to achieve a perfect score for my SATs this year. My high school has only just posted the list of top scorers on their notice board when the neighborhood's HOA group chat explodes in awe. "Did someone from our neighborhood just get full marks for the SATs? We're already a prestigious neighborhood close to the best high schools in town, and this news will only drive our property values up even more! We might even be able to rent for 1,500 dollars per square foot soon!" "I bet it must be one of those kids from the huge mansions. They've been attending the most elite boarding school since they were young." The HOA vice president, Karen Myers, then p