But He's My Grumpy Neighbor Novels & Stories

One of them roared, “Someone dared to mess with our family? They must have a death wish! We’ll make them pay!” Vera nodded furiously. Her eyes brimmed with malice as she shot a glare at my door. Just as they were about to start pounding and causing a ruckus, the door creaked open. Victor leaned against the doorframe. A cigarette dangling from his lips as he sneered. “Wow, don’t you know that your yelling is disturbing the neighbors? I guess your hearing is gone. Better get to a hospital to fix that. And while you’re at it, you might want to get your brains checked. Seems like you’re all in the late stages of brain cancer.”

He placed a photo in front of me and I gasped at the sight, it was Cliff, my old neighbor, his throat had been cut, his eyes wide open and I pushed it away, “I didn’t do that and don’t put anything like that in front of me again.” He chuckled, “you asked who he was, did that jar your memory?” I shook my head, “it will give me nightmares, but I didn’t know his full name, he was a neighbor, lived across the courtyard from me, over a year ago now, I don’t see what that has to do with me being here and you accusing me of that.” He sat back and rubbed at his jaw, “just a neighbor huh, you sure you want to stick with that?”

We both said at the same time "Don't tell me you live here too" I creased my eyebrows and looked at the person with an oddly familiar voice. My mood fell. I just started my day and it's already like this? "Really out of all the people in the world why do you have to be my neighbour?" "Hello neighbour the name is Jaxon"

The next minute, he is nice,and the next one, he's grumpy. Who the hell does he thinks he is?. Does he thinks he's the only one with problems?. **

"I'm sorry but I don't. I just overheard your discussion with Grumpy." "Grumpy," I repeated, unsure of what he had said. He gestured to the first man whose face still heard the frown. "He's grumpy." I nodded. That explains his attitude toward everything. He was probably mad that his parents had given him such a bizarre name but then again it might just be his nickname. If I was his friend and I noticed he was forever nursing a grimace on his handsome face then I would definitely change his name from whatever the fuck it could be and start calling him Grumpy.

Same ponytail but a little messier. He has this weird smile on his face. I feel like wiping it off right away when I remember the amount of peace his speaker deprived me. "Hey," he says softly. His voice is more gentle and low-toned today. "Hey," I mumble. I really don't have time for this. I'm awfully late for work. I have more important things to do rather than chitchatting with my dear neighbour in the morning. I am walking away when he suddenly grabs my arm. I look up at him. He still looks so gorgeous for a man. Just that he's a little sober and his eyes are more 'awake' now.

What’s he doing here? “Grumpy?” his brows immediately creased in annoyance. Uhh…isn’t it true, though? “I have a name, tsk.” “There it is. Mr. Grumpy.” I chuckled when he groaned. This guy seriously has a short fuse. “Anyways, what are you doing here mister? Are you stalking me?” He scoffed at my remark. “In your dreams, woman. And stop calling me, mister. You're making me look old.”

Danielle's POV. The young man flashed another charming smile at me and said with a husky voice, "I am your neighbour from next door. I had no idea that someone has moved in here. Usually, I come to your backyard to meditate and enjoy the view. The view here is a lot better than mine. I was even contemplating moving in here just because of the view." I was still stunned, unable to speak. He wasn't just handsome, he was cheerful and free spirited.

Just then, my phone vibrated on the coffee table and I bent over to pick it up. 'FYI, I'm not disappointed.'- Theo. What did he mean by that? Was he not disappointed that I was his neighbor or? Does he think I'm hot?

Somehow it makes me want to ride him all night. Hesitating, I frown and then answer with a question, “Would you mind?” “No, not really. At the end of the day, whoever’s arms you are in for the rest of your life, is the clear winner regardless of what anyone else wants.” As he says it, he shrugs and then seems to be getting ready to go before he turns around and adds, “I hate to leave it like this, but I probably should go. Dealing with nosey neighbors is not my thing. More times than not, I tend to end up in jail after punching them. Maybe next time we can meet up at my house.”