Billy Neighbor Novels & Stories

Nicole's eyes went wide as she turned to Ashley, her face pale with worry. "If you have seen, then it means he must have seen too," she whispered, her voice trembling. Ashley's grin faltered for a moment before she asked, "Who?" Nicole closed her eyes, as if trying to block out the memory. "Our new neighbor. When I was giving him the key, it fell, and I had to pick it up. Maybe that's why he was smiling so much."

The woman with the gold chain from earlier jumped right out and cursed Ryan to his face, her finger jabbing in his face. "I knew there was something off about your family this morning, so cold-blooded. Turns out this little punk was up to no good all along!" "Playing the good boy, huh, when you go assault a young girl in the middle of the night and set a fire on top of it. You're an animal!" "Call the police! Somebody call the police and get this animal locked up!" Ryan's face went white in an instant. He looked at the furious neighbors and shouted in shock.

No matter how much I wanted to avoid him, I couldn’t. Not really. He wasn’t just the guy who made my life miserable at school. He was my neighbor. He lived twenty feet away. Always had. Maybe always would. As if sensing me, he looked up. Our eyes met. For a moment neither of us moved. The teasing wasn’t there. Neither was the cruelty. There was only that same strange look from earlier. Like he was trying to figure something out. I looked away first. Of course I did. I always did.

"Nothing. Just eat your breakfast." "But why the sudden change?" I pressed on, not willing to let it go. "You've never been this...nice." Billy finally looked at me, his eyes meeting mine. "Can't I do something nice for my housemate without being interrogated?" he asked, a playful smirk on his face. I narrowed my eyes at him, not entirely convinced. "Alright, what do you want to talk about?" He chuckled, flipping another pancake onto my plate. "Finish your breakfast first. Then I'll show you something."

“Promise, is it a she that bothering you right now? “Yeah, sort of, when I came to Ohio I met Bettany, my neighbor, and at the same time my employee. That time Jeff is still not around and I’m still clueless about the place. Bettany and I will become friends and I felt much more comfortable with her. Sometimes I smiled thinking about her that I didn’t even realize it. It’s my first time again to feel so alive inside and it scared me off” “So Bub is taking an interest in Bettany? Aww, I couldn't wait to meet Bettany. I want to thank her that she will be bringing my brother to his old self again”. “Bub, are you even listening to what I said? “Yeah, I get it that you are scared to get hurt agai

It wouldn’t be smart to have them in the same house as Sabrina and Dave. “We need to find an apartment, preferably one close to theirs.” Billy was smiling. “I’ll get on it. In the meantime, I’ll call Ann and explain.” He picked up his phone, and then stopped himself before he dialed. “Maybe I should wait for her to cool down.” His face was somber with a hint of fear. Ash laughed at his expression, he took the remote and turned the volume up. “Clever wolf.” **** Lee opened the door for him. “Hi, Ash.”

The smile that graces her lips makes my heart skip a beat. Maybe I am starting to like my beautiful neighbor. *************************************************************** After having dinner with my father, I have just entered the home, and I have not even turned on the lights when I hear a loud groaning sound coming from outside. Peeking my head outside the door, I watch Ariana carrying shopping bags in both of her hands with an annoyed expression on her face. Quickly, stepping outside, I take bags from her hand. Instead of going to her place, she stomps inside my apartment, leaving me to follow her.

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's the one coming home from work while I'm just here at home! "H-Haven't had it yet," I replied uneasily. "Then I just made it in time! I bought us lunch," he said, lifting the bag in front of us, which I hadn't noticed before, containing our food. "You didn't mention that you were coming home..." I muttered softly. I immediately noticed how his mouth slightly opened in response to my answer. I scratched the back of my head. How was he supposed to tell me he was coming home? We don't have cellphones, and it's embarrassing to always ask our neighbor for favors.

He was confused and so was Nick. Tyler sent them a tight smile as he held out his glass of whiskey and took a sip from it. His face was expressionless just like most times. Turning toward the men, he said in an overly bored and dry tone, his voice lacking any interest. “And that is my next-door neighbor, people. Shouldn't we be excited?”