Novel & Cerita A Good Neighborhood

I guess I shouldn’t really call myself a man of law anymore, especially not after what I just did some minutes ago. The pinging of my phone resonates through the entire car, I know what that indicates before I even look at it. There it is, the address for the meetup. “Where is it?” Nickolas asks, “Not too far away from here actually.” I say, as I show him the message on my phone. “This is both Good and bad, I know this place. The neighborhood it is in is very notorious, a lot of bad things happen there. On a normal day I would have said you should choose another meetup spot but it doesn’t sound like that is up for negotiation.”

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.

However before they could get caught by Elizabeth who was now looking around with her sharp cold gaze, they slipped the other way and walked towards the exit door. After that day the two groups would run into each other a lot of times anywhere in the campus. That's how they got to know that they had dormitories opposite to each other. The right side of the girl's dorm was connected to the Boy's dormitory by a single bridge to each others administrtive floor in the middle on the sixth floor. The three boys had got to know that they were neighbours to the girls when they saw the three huddling up together in the balcony in one such cosy afternoon, reading books and drinking hot chocolate surro

he blurted. His eyes remained focused ahead, low breaths escaping his lips. "Well, the people who live in this neighborhood are poor, so they do whatever they want with no one bothering about it" His eyes softened the instant he looked at me, meanwhile, my fingers fiddled with each other. "I think it's a nice neighborhood" I heard him say. "You don't have to say that to make me feel better" I spoke. "I'm being serious, it's a nice neighborhood" He said.

"I sent people to keep an eye on that boy for many days, and then I went to the kindergarten and the neighborhood to inquire about him. Finally, I got the news. According to the kindergarten teachers, Zane came back from abroad and spine fluent English and Chinese. Besides this child is very smart and doesn't look like a four year old child at all" "Zane's parents had divorced each other, and he's living with his mother now. They live on the eighth floor of A building in Jade neighborhood. His mother leaves early for work and returned late at night. Only a few neighbors have met his mother. The neighbors said that his mother is very young and beautiful and that she works in a large company.

Especially when they may come back. We didn’t live in the best of areas. It was difficult to find a decently priced apartment close to the city that we could afford. But, thankfully, when we did find one, the neighbors were so sweet and friendly, and looked out for us. Mainly because we were so much younger than the majority of them.

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

He had a feeling he was going to like living here. Behind him, Billy stepped onto the porch carrying two bottles of water. "Here." George accepted one. "Thanks." She followed his gaze down the street. "So..." She asked quietly. "Think we'll make friends here?" George shrugged. "I hope so." Billy smiled. "I've already decided I like this neighborhood." "Oh?" "The houses are pretty." "The gardens are nice." "And everyone keeps smiling." George nodded. "I noticed that too." Miss Jean joined them a moment later. She looked toward the neighboring houses.

"It’s close to a large underground shopping mall—just a three-minute walk. The area also has top-rated schools, and the neighborhood is peaceful. However, I do have some premium listings in an even better location. They’re a bit pricier, but definitely worth it." Serena wasn’t concerned about the cost. After everything that had happened, she just wanted a secure and comfortable place to live. “Let’s see the other listings,” she replied. The agent nodded and led her to a high-end neighborhood known as a “small wealthy area.” The homes here were luxurious, the streets pristine, and the surrounding amenities unmatched. However, the neighborhood had a reputation for being a haven for scandal—wiv