But He's My Grumpy Neighbor Novels & Stories

he growls angrily, making my lack of welcome very prevalent. All I can do is stand here, staring up at him with my mouth agape. Dismissed me? He dismissed me?! Who the hell does he think he is? What he said stung. Never have I ever met someone so hateful. Finally, I close my mouth and simply walk away without another word. So much for becoming friends with the neighbor.

Reasonable. I hated it. "The city station," I said. "No police stations. Not my place either." A beat. "So, your place or mine?" I stared at the ceiling. "You say that like we're making dinner plans." "Grumpy." I blinked. "What?" "That's what you were like the first night I met you. Thought it might've softened by now." He glanced back briefly, amusement written in the corner of his eye. "It hasn't." "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Last night, Daisy was walking back from the patrol outpost at the edge of the woods." "She took the path behind Pack House, and someone grabbed her from behind — covered her mouth and dragged her into the trees!" Daisy clutched Harold's arm, trembling as she picked up where he left off. "I saw his face while I was fighting back." "It was Koda! He even told me he was the new neighbor who'd just moved in." My gaze settled on Daisy's tear-streaked face, and I cut in without warmth. "How exactly did you identify him as my son?"

Jai was sleeping soundly with Adira in his arms. I nodded, smiling at Ambien, "Yup," "My neighbor." ------------------------------------------------------------- A/N THAT'S IT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE NEIGHBOR IS OFFICIALLY FINISHED I really hope you guys enjoyed this book I sincerely thank every single one of you who even took a chance to read it, whether it was the entire thing or just a chapter, it still means a lot to me 😭😭 It took me a while to finish it clearly 😂

I answered him with a smile. He then clicked his tongue and all of a sudden, his face darkened. “I already did and it does not do me good,” he coldly muttered. I was caught off guard by what I heard and got curious about what happened to him. Is that the reason why he’s always grumpy and gloomy? Does someone hurt him? I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice the mass was about to end. "Let's give each other the sign of peace. . ."

They just let it shut in my face. "Sorry, you're too slow," he scoffed. I saw his face. Ugh, it was that old, grumpy neighbor from the building. He’s always been like that. I heard he’s a little senile—or just too harsh for this already cruel world. "Wow. Humanity," I grumbled under my breath, waiting for another elevator to open. My feet were on fire, my body about to collapse, and I feel like I'm on the verge of reaching the afterlife.

At least push mowing the yard helps me get my steps in for the day. I jerk up when the vibrations of feet on concrete come closer, moving into the driveway. The mower flops up, righting itself. I stand, glad it hadn't nicked off a finger, and brush grass from my hands. The neighbor from across the street who watches me from his living room window on the weekends smiles down looking super cute, but also a little like a weird neighbor. The one who after the police find fifteen bodies in his basement the news crew will get you on camera saying, "He was so friendly. Nobody expected it."

As if", I said and walked straight away. He kept calling me but I ran to get my things from my locker to get to my calculus class before the teacher. I just don't want to get in trouble and that too on my first day back at school. Unlike Max. He is just a troublemaker. It's as if he gets happiness in causing troubles and be in troubles. He doesn't seem to be like the bad boy who is always grumpy and furious. He is like that one who seems to enjoy and find amusement in getting in big problems. But, he isn't always like that. He does have his time of being grumpy too. But I'm glad that he is not the always annoying one. ================== "Mom!" I screamed at the door and discarded my bag on t

Mom used to carefully wipe each certificate and every trophy. Now, as if she had gone mad, she waved her arms wildly and knocked the certificates down one by one. The certificates with my name printed on them were torn into countless pieces. Then she smashed the golden trophies I had worked day and night to earn, one after another. The noise alerted the neighbors downstairs. Our neighbor next door, Mr. Thompson, loved watching drama. He rushed over to our house right away. I didn’t like Mr. Thompson. He was short, with a face full of wrinkles when he smiled. He always smelled strongly of cigarettes, and when he opened his mouth, there were two rows of yellow teeth.

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.