A Good Neighborhood Novels & Stories

People might be curious to see the runaway Hunter and as exciting as that sounds I don't want to be in the spotlight. Mom rounded another corner and started slowing the car. The road was lined with brick and wooden houses, each with a white picket fence surrounding it. The ones with two stories had terraces on the second floor like it was a kind of law. People of different sizes and colors were moving around doing their own business, shouting greetings at one another. It was a picture of a peaceful neighborhood where no one had to watch his back when walking alone on the road because he had the assurance that his neighbors were helping him do that. Mom rolled down the window to shout greetin

He gave her a keen look and said "If it's any assurance, you look beautiful and you're going to do good". The smile Lorraine sent back was ethereal and he turned his attention back on the road and concentrated on his driving. A few moments later, the driver cornered around the block into a different neighbourhood. From the houses on the street, Lorraine could see the resemblance to Eden. It was an upscale neighbourhood with spaced mansions, evergreen trees on either side of the sidewalks with its police force and a crime watch co-op.

Or worse—what if she wasn’t just running from her past, but hiding something dangerous enough to swallow us whole? “What are you thinking?” Damian’s voice was low, almost rough, cutting through the silence. I turned to him. “That this could go horribly wrong.” His grip on the wheel tightened. “Or it could finally give us answers. For Jaden’s sake, we can’t back down.” I nodded, though the knot in my stomach only grew tighter. For Jaden. Always for him. The neighborhood was quieter than I expected. Rows of tidy, middle-class houses lined the street, each with trimmed lawns and neatly parked cars. Porch lights glowed warmly against the dark, the kind of scene that looked peaceful—normal.

Annabelle was slightly taken aback and thought that Gauge was probably just joking, so she smiled and said, "Of course, it would be great to be neighbors with you." But she was not a person who was enthusiastic about socializing, so the real reason she liked the neighborhood was because of the natural wetland ecological area where the neighborhood was located. But it's no use saying anything now, the house has already been sold, we can't just snatch it back from someone else's hands.

Chapter – 0005 AIDEN He emphasizes the words “this neighborhood,” which is a quiet, old money kind of place – not the kind where you see naked football players running around. In other words, it’s stuffy as hell. I shrug. “I don’t give a shit about the neighbors. Some old lady was probably across the road looking at my ass through her binoculars and thanking her lucky stars that I moved in here.” Noah snorts. “I’m sure the neighbors appreciate it.”

I try to get some work done, but it’s not enough to distract me from this feeling. It’s late in the afternoon when I break. I don’t care what happens. I just need to see both of them. Without another thought, I take a ride and drive to a familiar neighborhood. It doesn’t take long to get where I’m going. Several eyes follow my car as I make my way through Connor and Santana’s neighborhood. A homeless man is hauling a shopping cart full of newspapers and two tattooed men smoking cigarettes near a corner store. This neighborhood is not the best with its rundown and abandoned buildings. The front yards are cluttered with abandoned vehicles, furniture, and garbage. The grass is yellow from lack

Her grandparents loved nature so they choose one which was so close to the forest. The Sacred Place Village, which was where she was right now, was surrounded by a virgin forest anyway. The community living there was just a family of fifteen – more or less. Some of their relatives flew to the city to find a better job like everyone else. She shrugged at that thought. Leila was just so glad. Now, she finally had a nearest neighbor. She stared at the huge mansion – it was a three-story, she guessed, because of the gigantic concrete fence with thorny vines at the edges. She cringed slightly as she thought of the possibility that whoever might try to climb on it would surely be torn and full of

IN SPITE OF THE RECENT WARM WEATHER, Scott McGillikin pulled the collar of his wool overcoat up around his ears, hunched forward with his shoulders high, and slunk along the street Martha and Richard had played on as children. As he approached the Baimbridge home, a Saint Bernard across the street reeled off a string of low-pitched barks that sounded more like a car being started with a dying battery than any kind of living creature. The neighborhood was actually safer now than it had been twenty years earlier. Transplants from the north were buying up all the older homes, restoring them to better-than-original condition, and adding decks, brick walks, outdoor lamps, and herb gardens.

Brandon was working me up more than I'd ever been. "I can't wait to meet this neighbor of yours who has gotten under your always smooth and chill skin Angie," she teased. "Is he at least good-looking? Please tell me he’s at least a good-looking asshole. " She asked. I could sense the smile in her voice the minute she knew she’d cornered me in with her questions. My mind went back to my annoying, grumpy neighbor, Brandon. I couldn't lie to myself that he wasn't good-looking. Fair enough, he was the most good looking guy I had seen in a while. His raven black hair was tired in a low ponytail, pinned neatly behind his head. The intense look he had in his eyes whenever he was mad at something, h

I thought he was going to meet his woman? I parked Liam's car – one of my buddies – beside the convenience store and walked towards the location where Daddy's car was parked. Our village has two types of houses: the mansion type, like ours, and the townhouse type. The houses look alike, and in one compound, there are two houses facing each other. It's like having neighbors in pairs. I saw Dad enter a townhouse, number one four three. This information is enough. I immediately left the place and went back to my car. I can just hire someone to spy on them; it's easier than following Dad around.