A Good Neighborhood Novels & Stories

But if they were, why would they arrive before her? Maybe it belonged to a neighbor, she tried to reason, pushing the creeping unease from her mind. The neighborhood was safe, gated, the kind of place where doors didn’t need to be locked every time someone stepped out. This was one of the poshest areas in the city—maybe a little too polished, but still, not dangerous. Still, she made a mental note of the car as she approached the mansion.

How magnanimous! The comment section was instantly in an uproar. [Gosh! Really?] [Timothy's letting his wife have a baby with another man?] [How pathetic!] [A live-in son-in-law is really different. He even lent out his wife!] [Hahaha! Lending out his woman to save the whole family? I'm dying of laughter!] My hands began to tremble. The phone rang again. This time, it was a notification from the family's group chat. Phillip had sent the same thing.

June June was someone who had a rough time in school. She was not too sharp with books yet not so bad. But she was in a place where people, were judged by academics and she wasn't given enough opportunity to do anything, there were people pulling her down frequently. People around were too shallow to let her be. She was that unnoticed girl who was like invisible to everyone. Her presence din't really affect anyone but nor did her absence. She thought she wouldn't make any friends in her life ever. Yet in her final two years of High School she managed to make pretty decent friends. She loved and cherished memories of those awesome people. For her love was something magical, she thought when s

I honestly felt like I had offended nature, like it was just 7:10 and the sun was this hot, I wondered what it would be like at noon. I got up from the sun lounger, frustrated as hell as I grabbed my phone and the orange juice box I had by my side. I moved towards the main building of my humble home. Wait did I say 'humble', wrong wrong, this house wasn't humble at all, sometimes I wondered why my dad built such a large house, I mean we we're just a family of 5, why have a house with nearly 20 rooms. If you would ask me, I'd honestly say it's too much.

He wants more. Chris insists on driving Mia home despite her saying that she can take the subway. But when they arrive at the address Mia says is her home, Chris realizes why Mia doesn’t want him to drive her home. It is a beat-up neighborhood in eastern Brooklyn. This neighborhood is notorious for poor utilities and high crime rates. He needs to get her out of here. Stopping at the entrance of the apartment, Mia turns to him and says, “thank you for the dinner and drive, Chris. I really enjoy the night.”

The next day he got ready to go to meet Gabi's parents, so he went, but he couldn't find the address, no matter how hard he looked he couldn't find it, so he called Gabi on the phone and then Gabi went to the neighborhood or the colony where he lived, it was a neighborhood with a very bad reputation, it was full of delinquents and thieves, so it was very dangerous to venture into it, so when Gabi arrived he felt safer, when she arrived he said to her: -Hello love come on I'll tell you where, as you will see where I live is not very nice, I hope you understand why at all costs and go over whoever passes I have to get out of here to, to look there, there you can park there, there. Julian saw a

Across the street, a family was returning from church, and another neighbor who probably never went to church was working on his yard. This was a great neighborhood. A place to really live, not just a building to sleep in and play video games, which is how he saw his condo. He could picture himself here, sitting with Ace on that big front porch while Lola patrolled the yard in front of their crayon-crazy funky house.

As we walk through the quiet streets, I realize that even as the dream of a family with Karen drifts away, Bart's faithful companionship makes this journey a little more bearable. As I stroll through the peaceful streets with Bart, I notice that the neighborhood is surprisingly lively, even on the brink of dinnertime. Children play cheerfully in front of their houses, and the flow of cars is almost nonexistent. An involuntary smile forms on my face as I realize that the realtor's choice is spot-on; I find exactly what I am looking for a pleasant and safe place for a future family. It's true, at the moment, my life doesn't fit into the typical family model. Not yet. But I haven't lost hope of

The maids were doing chores around the house. I placed our son into a stroller and we left. I loved the neighborhood. Lush, tall trees lined the roadway. Everyone's property was well kept, the lawns and bushes were trimmed and shaped neatly, the air was cleaned and so was the streets. "Hey, good morning, Sacha," a voice behind me greeted. I looked and saw my next door neighbor jogging up to me. "Hi Esme," I answered. "And hi baby," she said and gave my son a small wave.