Billy Neighbor Novels & Stories

He leaned in the same fraction I did. Then he pulled back first. “I should go.” He stood too fast. Chair scraped. “Felix—” “Thanks for dinner.” Then he'd bolted. Actual bolted chair nearly toppling, apology mumbled too fast to be sincere, gone across the hallway before I could get a single word out past his name.

He flexed his biceps, bravado laced in his voice. "I didn't ask you to be dramatic," Zynah chuckled. "Are you really sure you're fine?" Bilal nodded empathetically; "I said I am. You should believe me." "I do believe you. I just want to be sure, because..." She trailed off, not able to complete her sentence, her voice filled with unspoken concern. "I understand," Bilal replied, walking to his bed and sitting down. "Oh!" He suddenly exclaimed. "I forgot to tell you about that friend of yours. The neighbor from our previous house. You remember her, right?"

By now Billy was standing beside me and peeking into my phone, but when he saw what was sent, he snapped the phone from my hands to take a better look. “No, No, No,” He shook his head continuously and then raised his head to look at me. “This is not what this person is trying to make it look like. Lilian would never do that. There is no way Lilian would fuck Zane,” Billy said in exasperation. “I know,” I yelled and collected my phone from Billy.

And, I'm glad he didn't throw up last night unlike Nick. "I really owe Nick too." Billy blurted. "Why?" I asked. Not really sure why he owes Nick. I mean for what? He pulled his head up and smiled at me. "Right before he was about to haze me, he actually whispered something to my ear." Right. I almost forgot about that. Nick did say something to him. "He said he won't hit me hard unlike the other hazers doing on the other recruits but I still have to endure it." Billy said.

Grace had seen him almost every summer, but they had never really spoken beyond the usual polite greetings. He was just Evan. The quiet neighbour across the street. Grace carried her suitcase inside and spent the next hour opening windows, unpacking, and trying to cool the house down. The afternoon passed quickly. By evening, the heat had softened enough for her to go outside. She decided to take a walk. She locked the front door and slipped the spare key beneath the mat, just as her aunt always did. Then she headed down the street. When Grace returned about forty minutes later, she noticed something strange. The front door was slightly open. She stopped on the porch. Her first thought was t

I quickly wore my singlet and a baggy shorts and we took off straight to Block A, the place was quite crowdy, almost every room had a PSP game station, Zombie and I entered a particular room, the room was stuffy with the smell of shisha and smoke, they smoked while playing games, the owner of the Room and the game came and shaked Zombie, His name was Billy,. Billy was like the radio transmittor of the school, he knows every information in this school about anyone or anything, and people pay him just to get to know something, If you're looking for infor about people, he's the guy to look for or consult. He was jovial and a funny guy and so carefree, After he and zombie exchanged pleasantries,

It felt incredible! "Stay down!" hissed Billy suddenly, taking Sharon by surprise. She tried to sit up to see what was going on, but Billy held her head firmly down into his lap, muffling her protests with the thick cock in her mouth. "Hi Billy!" said a voice from outside the car as Billy wound down the window a little. Sharon recognized the voice as belonging to their next-door neighbour Mrs Cook.

There was much more space and Shawn felt a different vibe in the room. Billy was bent over the wooden desk. He seemed quite out of this world since he hadn't realized Shawn was standing there, staring at him. Stephanie was right, his cousin was looking quite bad. Lost in his thoughts, Billy was nervously running his fingers through his hair with one hand. With the other one, he was tapping the desk filled with documents and papers. He sighed deeply and looked up, visibly surprised to see Shawn standing there. “Hey, Shawn!” Billy said. He leaned on the side looking behind Shawn to see if anyone else was there with him.

Trista’s POV I called a neighbor and asked if she could look after the children while Hazel and I went out. We were determined to confront Lucian together – a united front. The neighbor was happy to oblige. She remembered Billy and Belle. She rushed over, her arms full of boardgames. “Thank you so much,” I told her as she plunked the games down on the table. “Oh my, look at you two,” she gushed. “You’ve grown so much!”

“I don’t mind being here.” We sipped our tea, the warmth settling between us. “So,” Billy said after a moment. “How have you been holding up?” I shrugged lightly. “Busy. Kids don’t really give you time to fall apart.” He smiled. “That sounds like them.” We talked about small things at first. The weather. The neighborhood. How he’d almost missed a turn getting here. It was easy, in a way that surprised me. At some point, he asked, “Where’s your husband?”