Billy Neighbor Mga Nobela at Kwento

*** BILLY *** I need to make a phone call, but the two goons the new boss had sicced on me haven't budged since I was brought here. I thought the two who dropped me off were bad, but they seem almost docile compared to these two. No matter what questions I ask or how I'd blustered about my rights and such in the beginning, they never batted a lash.

Judging by her look, she doesn’t know much about small towns. “Yes, it’s at the end of this street, yellow walls, you won’t miss it,” I pointed at Hallie’s office at the end of the street. She thanked me and sauntered away, her heels clicking on the pavement as I looked at her disappear into the office. I hadn’t noticed I was staring at her when Jimmy and Emily came from behind and scared me. “You were looking at the new neighbor, huh?” he mentioned. “Neighbor?” I asked as he took a deep breath, nodding while he put the hay in the truck.

“You let me know if you need help around the house.” Darndest thing about small towns. He hadn’t thought he’d made friends here. He’d kept to himself as always. Yet after he’d gotten home from the hospital, Molly had come over to clean. Another neighbor had brought an entire lasagna that had lasted him a week. Bewildering stuff for a man who’d spent his whole life a loner. “Seen anyone since you’ve been out here?” he asked. Billy shook his head, but Molly said, “We did hear some snowmobiles.”

“Leonard, a vacation? The guy loves this town like his mistresses, he’d never take a vacation but you knew that didn’t you? He’s probably six feet under by now and that’s just comical you know? The fucker didn’t have it in him to kill a bug let alone shoot a man like you” What? Billy—not even sure that was his real fucking name-cackled. “You know my grandfather was one of those men that taught nine-year-olds how to shoot tin cans using a rifle. Never liked the man but I enjoyed the sport. Guns, shooting, there was just something thrilling about knowing you had the power to take lives. So, imagine how it felt when someone offered me a good deal. Money, a fucking gun and a target to shoot? You

Boris held up the included drawing for the camera, a blocky scarred head drawn on lined notebook paper in pen, and then looked directly into the camera. “Well, Billy Johnson of 802 Fairmount Street, the big white house with blue shutters and an oak tree out front . . . All you really need to know about me is that I have sharp teeth. Sharp teeth and a taste for blood. Look out for me under your bed. And if I’m not there . . . check under your mother’s!”

My best friend insisted I get a professional to check the entire place for spy cameras, so I did. Finally, my life resumed normal once more. I started looking for a new lady roommate. This time, I was much more cautious than before. I no longer want another creepy roommate. Late at night, when all was quiet next door, I finally had the night to myself. "That idiot. If he were to watch the video earlier, he would have realized I'm not a woman." Yes. Yours truly, a man.

"I had a great night with you, Kylie. I want to play with you all over again." Oh my God! What happened?! I messed up! And of all people, why is it Jiro's little brother Kent, who's my neighbor. Out of frustration, I passed out! To be continued...

“I noticed that. It made me feel pretty good. And skinny.” “You were skinny. Aw, here’s the picture of our neighbor’s cat getting torn apart by coyotes.” “I really wanted to frame that one and put it up in the shop.” “I bet you did.” “I thought you were going to make it in the city. I thought you’d come back and buy some huge summer house with some Silicon Valley guy. I imagined duelling him for your hand.” I laughed, “You’d slap him with a glove and everything.” “I bought a glove just for that purpose.”

R-18 I smelled the delicious dish coming from the kitchen and I saw Aunt Eli cooking. Kelsy can you give this to Greg? I cooked a lot and this one is his favorite Kare Kare. Sure Aunt. I said. I went to Greg’s house, Greg are you there? I said. No one is answering, I saw the door was open, so I went in. I was about to go home, When I saw Greg came from the Cr and his body is dripping wet, and he was wearing only a towel.

The perfectly cold statement cut my appetite in a blink. End of flashback Ringtone "Yes" " Thank you Billy" End of call Billy used to be my driver back in the day when I lived in the Stanfield Mansion. He was also my father's, and his right arm man and long time friend. He was like a brother to me and whenever I needed anything I could call him and he would always be there for me , he helped me get the apartment I live in for two years now and escorted my mother visiting from time to time when my father was abroad.