Books Like My Life Next Door Novels & Stories

Valerie was out of town again for important business, and here I was, in the one-room apartment I had rented the moment I emptied my savings account. I sniffed the aroma of coffee flowing in from the room next door. A neighbor had moved in a week ago, though I hadn’t met them yet. My phone buzzed, and I reached for it, yawning until my eyes turned teary. A smile worked its way to my lips as I read the email from the company I had ordered fiction books from. My books had been delivered at my doorstep. It was such a good way to start the day—fabulous. I found my way to the door and stretched for a few seconds before my eyes finally fell on the box of my books on the floor, intentionally placed

I close the door quietly. I spend an hour in the smaller library looking at the books. He has everything. Fiction. Nonfiction. Art books. History. A whole shelf of poetry that looks like it has never been touched. I pull out a volume of Mary Oliver and flip through it. Someone has dog-eared a page. I read the poem. "Wild Geese." I read it twice.

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he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold:

I laugh at the clever word play. "Can we go in there?" I plead. Jack looks to where I'm pointing, "Of course." He smiles at me. I smile super hard and stare at the adventure ahead of me. We walk in and I look at a ton of cooking books, dog calendars and more. There's a book there called, Dear Nobody. It's a true story about a girl named, Mary Rose, who has to deal with her drug addiction and boys. The book interests me. I show Jack. "Out of every book in this store, you choose the one about an addict?" Jack raises his eyebrows. I shrug.

"Relax. I'm earning enough now to cover my meds. Look, these are what I bought with my salary." I scooped up a handful of colorful pills, tossed them back, and swallowed without hesitation. Then I frowned, falling into a long silence as I pressed a hand to my chest and finally exhaled in relief. When I looked up, William was staring at me. His eyes were faintly red at the corners. I let out a sudden laugh. "Impressed?" He lowered his gaze. His smile was soft, but it carried a quiet bitterness. "Yeah." … [In the Next Life — December 31, 2023, 11:45 PM — I Hope You Live a Long Life, Part Two]

My name is Gavin York. I’m thirty-five years old, and I have worked in the city for the past five years. It’s been tough to get by lately, so I decided to get a roommate to cut down on rent and living costs. I advertised online and waited, but months ticked by with nothing. Just as I was about to take down the notice, a message from someone named Rose Wilder popped up in my feed. Her profile picture showed a woman with a sultry, mature vibe, but her page was blank. It looked like she had just appeared out of thin air.

I went to the living room and that was when i realized the music wasn't coming from my house but from the house next door. What the actual hell? I opened my door and could even hear the music more clearly, not even music, it was noise. I was actually bare footed but I didn't care because all I wanted was a good nap and nothing was going to get in the way of that. I walked over to the next flat and knocked on the door, there was no response and i used my two hands to bang on the door again.