Billy Neighbor Novels & Stories

And once that business flourished into an empire, I would rise high enough to face Malcolm and Roise again. And when that day came, they would pay for everything. I would destroy the Nelson and Dawson names if it was the last thing I did. But not yet. For now, I just had to focus on actually getting there. “Billy, stop stuffing chips into your mouth. You’re going to choke.” “But Mom, it’s so good!” Billy grinned, flashing me a toothy grin. I laughed, and soon everyone else joined in, teasing him. When we got home, we ignored the neighbors’ stares and walked inside the apartment together like a real family.

“I need to ask you a question.” “I don’t owe you any answers. You did try to kill me recently.” “I know.” Billy looked towards the door. For a brief moment he thought he saw the pale man standing in the door looking directly at him. He instantly shook his head. “What’s wrong now?” William asked. He himself was in conflict. He certainly doesn’t care for the company of his son but his current reality was he don’t want to go back to the cottage. “I thought I saw someone. Was probably just my imagination.”

Even he wasn't sure. Neither of them realized that, not far from the villa, Billy was casually munching on an apple. His lips curled into a sly smirk as he snapped his fingers.

“It was way more expensive than I thought it would be!” I nearly laugh because he sounds like he’s talking about buying drugs or something. I move quicker to the door, unlock it, and grab him the moment the door is open. “Stop shouting. My neighbors will think you’re doing something illegal with the way you’re talking,” I hiss, yanking him inside. Billy looks at me with a confused expression before holding out a plastic bag, “Sorry. I got multiple just in case.” “Thanks,” I whisper, grabbing the bag. “Could you wait here while I…” I nod in the direction of my bathroom.

Half an hour later, Billy and Lana arrived at the prestigious wealthy villa area of Gilsbury City. In this neighborhood, the residents were either affluent or well-to-do. Lana recalled that Kane Manor was nearby, a residence for the wealthy. To her surprise, Billy, who was usually low-key, came from such an affluent background. "Is this where you live?" Lana asked. Billy smiled wryly. "To be precise, it's my father's home." Lana immediately understood and refrained from asking further questions. She followed Billy inside. Within the expansive mansion of Billy's father, servants bustled around in the garden. Spotting Billy's arrival, one of them hurriedly dashed into the main living room.

he stated. Vladiv was right that was my thought as well. Billy was our key to unveiling the mystery behind everything that was happening to us. ... ....... It turns out Billy was an orphan and he had no family members, he was buried just a few hours ago and it seems the news of Billy's death affected Denver a lot. Denver was a lot quieter and more reserved than usual the rest of Vladiv's all had the same reaction to Billy's death but Denver's was more maybe it was because they were really close.

She's never going to stop unless I face her, maybe not even then, but I need to try to take back my life, starting now. Nathan pulls up outside Billy's house, all the lights are out save for the one in the living room and we all stare at the little yellow bulb through the window, as though it could tell us what's happening inside. Car doors open beside us and I realise Shane's getting out of a black car parked beside us. He bends to look in the window of Billy's door and gives me a small smile and lift of the hand in greeting. His eyes narrowing on Billy as though he's trying to figure out something.

It was the same one that she spoke to on the phone, Billy Winterford, the collateral relative of the Jones Family and the chief designer of Bourne across the street. Billy had disregarded Brian and strode into the store. When he saw they were preparing for renovations, he commented loudly, "So you're preparing for a renovation. That's great. Once you're done, we can just move in." Instantly, Brian was furious. He walked toward Billy and shoved him. "Billy, I told you to never show up in front of me. Otherwise, don't blame me for disregarding our past!" Upon hearing this, Billy sneered. "Disregard our past? What are you going to do? Punch me? Come on then..."

Billy's voice sounded somewhat formal and serious, unlike the way he usually spoke to local customers. "Oh, as for the boundary of the land over on the west side, I'm not entirely sure. But if you want to ask about this area, the people living in the residential neighborhood up ahead probably know more," Billy said. Auri instinctively straightened her back. From behind the dense rows of tall herbal plants and grow bags, she peeked toward the gate. Her heart immediately began beating twice as fast.

Billy walked closer to us, his eyes darting from one person to the next. “We were watching a horror movie before you walked in,” I explained. “Which one?” Billy’s lips rose in a smile. The tense look replaced by laugh lines. “The Hills Have Eyes, we watched both of them.” He laughed and sat on the table facing us. “That scared Joe pretty good too. The first one isn’t as bad as the second.” “What’s so funny?” Joe walked into the room and threw Billy a shirt. “They watched your favorite movie,” Billy said between laughs. He pulled the shirt over his head and picked up the bottle of whiskey on the table and gulped down some of it.