Eloise And The Grump Next Door Novels & Stories

"Please tell me youre joking!" Hannah shook her head no as she opened the door to their room. "I wish I was but no. I was home for thanksgiving and my parents invited us over for thanksgiving dinner and the entire time we were there Oliva kept commenting about the food and how she or her family would make it. She nearly made my mother cry." Grace sat on the edge of the bed. "That's awful! It's a good thing that I'm not a picky eater. I'm more of a garbage disposal."

It wasn't just the smell of blood; it was the foul, decaying scent of dark magic. My wolf growled low in my chest, his fur bristling. The old seer, Elspeth, was slumped in her rocking chair by the hearth. The room was tossed, herbs and shattered jars cluttering the floor, but the worst of the violence had been strictly reserved for her. Her face was a mask of frozen terror. Where her eyes should have been, there were only empty, bloody sockets. Michael knelt by her side, his hand trembling slightly as he checked for a pulse he already knew wasn't there.

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.

Claimed by The Arrogant Alpha . Chapter 26: the plotting ensues . *Eloise, Elyse and Estelle* “Ughhh!.” Elyse groans as she walks into the sitting room where Eloise was seated with a laptop on her laps. “Your scent is fucking ruining the whole place, you are going to fucking trigger my pheromones.” She complained of the scent that was reeking the whole room and it was definitely because of Eloise’s mood and whatever she was doing at the moment.

Cold glares were all he always sent in my way. "Take my advice here, new girl", Evie started, leaning up to look over at me. "Don't get your hopes up if you a relationship kind of girl, John clearly doesn't do those but if you looking for a fun distraction, he lives right next door, it could be fun for you", She giggled. "Am not interested in him in fact I don't even know him yet", I insisted.

A new family had moved into Rosewood Hills this morning, causing some curiosity among the neighbors. A big truck loaded with cheap plastic furniture was parked outside an old double-story house, signaling the arrival of the newcomers. As they peered through their windows, some of the neighbors bounced on their toes and craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the new residents.

- Barbara answers jokingly. - You can leave her with me, I'll get her home safely, I promise. - I'm not going out with you. - I try to retort, but my slurred voice doesn't help at all. - Ella, you're in no position to decide anything, just go with him. And you, please, don't be a psychopath. - Oliver turns to Justin. My hot neighbor laughs nasally. - Relax, man. She's in good hands.

I muttered, swinging my bag over my shoulder. He laughed under his breath. “You miss me already?” I rolled my eyes. “Oh please.” He started walking away, hands in his jacket pockets, whistling softly. I watched him for a second longer than necessary before turning toward my apartment building. The street felt different at night. Quieter. Like everything had secrets it wasn’t ready to share. As I reached the entrance, I noticed Ma Jackins fiddling with her keys. She had just closed her tiny grocery shop downstairs, the metal gate still warm from the sun. She was already locking the building door when she noticed me.

I ask my mom as I dig into her famously fluffy eggs. Mom’s face brightens up with a big smile. "Oh, yes! It seems the house next door, where Belle and Zeus used to live, is getting a new owner. A young guy, around your age, and quite handsome! Looks like he's moving in alone. After breakfast, you should go over and introduce yourself, welcome him to the neighborhood," she suggests enthusiastically, clearly doing that thing moms do when they try to set their daughters up with boys they find appealing. Though, how she can already have a good impression of someone she hasn't met is beyond me.

It was almost ten years ago that this strange friendship had begun. The old woman was cleaning her utensils one day when she heard a knock on the door. She looked up from the sink, a little astonished. No one ever visited her. She closed the tap to see if she had heard correctly. She could not trust her ears nowadays. Old age was beginning to take its toll. Another knock, a little louder this time. There was no mistaking the sound. She shuffled towards the door, the glass that she was cleaning still in her wrinkled hand —another knock.