Novel & Cerita Billy Neighbor

"You are never going to tell me about the neighbor nextdoor, right? Don't think I don't have my eyes on you, kid." Believe me I didn't see that coming. I felt warmness creep up my cheeks as it always did whenever thought of Emem crossed my mind. Noticing the intent gaze my mother was giving me, I covered it up. "By the neighbor nextdoor you mean the slim dark girl?" I pretended not to understand, "what happened to her and why should I tell you about her? She's your neighbor too. You could just walk up there and do the enquiries." "Don't act like you have no idea what I'm talking about." She said.

Though they could change at will when the mood hit them, contrary to popular belief, they prowled central park at night and steered clear of any humans. When Halloween came around, Billy was sent out of the small apartment they shared to pick up some groceries and beer. He entered a little market on the lower east side and pulled a basket from the stack near the door. Pulling a bag of oranges off a stack at the front of the store, Billy heard a female voice call his name. He turned, and like a heavenly vision, Beverly Smallwood was staring at him.

He said with a smile, "Now everything in R City has been arranged. I will stay in N City during this period of time. Grandfather, don't worry. As long as I have time, I will definitely come back to listen to your teachings. If you feel that I am tired of talking about it. Then I will play football with you, play chess. . . How about tea?" Billy did not look at the ball he was playing. He held the ball in his hand and pointed it at Daxin's nose. He looked disappointed. "Do you think I would care if you did not answer my calls? I saw that you were not interested in the underworld! Building an old house is important, but I have left those things to Nguyen. Last time, he chose a piece of rotten

"You're very hard to get to know, even harder to converse with," "I know." Why is Billy speaking to me? Someone, please remove this man far away from me before I catch an STD. I look away from him, scared I might catch something, possibly butterflies from the glitter in his eyes. Ugh. Screw beautiful men—I want someone with a brain. "You never speak to anyone," How is that Billy's problem? "I know." "Or laugh at the parties," This guy is getting on my nerves. Would anyone notice if Billy disappeared from here in a body bag tonight? Probably.

Unbeknownst to me, I would soon find out. That night, I received a call for help from Hannah. “Help! I think someone broke into my house.” I rushed to Villa No. 3 right away. The door was left ajar, so I entered the place cautiously with a stun gun in hand. “Don’t be afraid, Ms. Lovely. I’m coming!” I shouted out loud in an attempt to caution the intruder. After searching the house, I couldn’t find anyone. I hope the intruder didn’t do anything to Hannah.

And I will protect them at all cost. Just then the phone beside his bed rang. Ring! Ring!! Ring!!! Jake just turned and stared at it. Ring! Ring!! Ring!!! It continued ringing. Jake sighed angrily and walked towards it. "Hello" he said, his voice, cool. "Hello buddy!!!" Jake thought the voice sounded mechanical. He remained silent "It is me Billy!.. your pal! Remember?! The man who killed your brother and whom you then slit his throat and left to choke to death on his own blood!!"

She lowered her head and looked at her feet. “That’s because he bullied you!” Jaybie shouted angrily. Sonnet turned. She saw Jaybie standing by the door holding his gargle cup. He had just finished washing up. The front of his hair was still damp. “We stood on the balcony and saw you coming home last night. We ran downstairs to greet you. However, we heard you talking to our neighbor. We walked down to look. We saw him carrying you and ignoring your protests! Our neighbor is a bad person. We must take revenge for you!” Jaybie shouted, standing with his chest puffed out.

The smell of paper and ink hit my nostrils first thing I opened the door. “Howdy, neighbor”, the knock off Clark Kent stretched his hand towards and I eyed it abating the fact he had started a conversation with howdy. The boy in his hand held onto his balloon gazing at me like one of those stupid clowns in haunted houses. I didn’t say shit and he retreated his hand with a not so ashamed grin. “Heard from the other folks that you guys moved in. I’m William Duncan by the way folks around here call me Billy” If he said folks one more time, I’d plunge a bullet in him and end the dreadful conversation.

"A good neighbor is a present help. If you let my son use this place as his playroom, wouldn't he be just like your grandson? "With the addition of a grandson, you'll have more support later in life. You old fool, how can you not understand this?" I raised the knife and swung it once through the air. "If you don't leave right now, believe me, I'll chop you to pieces." Shirley stepped backward again and again until she finally retreated outside. I slammed the door shut. Her shrill, annoying voice was finally cut off. I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons.

Standing in front of me were my neighbors from across the hall. The face of Vera Morri, an old woman, twisted into a horrifying scowl as she planted her hands on her hips and shrieked. “You wretched girl! How dare you try to kill my precious grandson! Let me tell you something, if anything happens to him, I’ll kill you!”