Novel & Cerita Emily Naughty Neighbor

If he wants to play the ignoring game, so be it. It's been days since I last saw him, and weeks since I heard he sent me packing. I don't care at this point and I'm done with the hide-and-seek game of a thing. “Leah… get the door Nina is around” Emily shouted from the bathroom. “Ok…. Okay?” She ran out of the bathroom to get the door herself. I don't understand why she called me in the first place. “Girlllllllll….” Thomas and Nina squealed as they made it inside. Emily dramatically turns as she blushes at the Incoherent compliments.

“So if you ask me why I am here, I am here because your favorite daughter stole from a mafia don and unfortunately for me I look exactly like her, so automatically I am a thief and if not me, a sister to one.” She wipes her eyes roughly and storms out of the kitchen. Emilia stood at the edge of the veranda, her hands loosely wrapped around a porcelain teacup now gone cold. The scent of bougainvillea drifted in on a warm evening breeze, mixing with the faint hum of crickets. Below her, the compound stretched wide and golden under the fading light—neatly swept gravel paths, and the steady rhythm of sprinklers ticking across the garden. She didn’t turn when she heard the soft footfalls behind

They didn't sleep around or act crazy. When the neighbors found out what happened to me, they rallied together and organized a fundraiser for me. I didn't have to work three jobs anymore. I slowly learned that real safety didn't come from guns or locked doors. It came from people looking out for each other. In the new neighborhood, Draven made a lot of good friends. He grew brighter and more cheerful every day. The smile came back to his face. As he got better, so did I. What Rina did to us became a wake-up call, a reminder to always hold onto your values and not throw yourself into relationships with just anyone.

"I had a great night with you, Kylie. I want to play with you all over again." Oh my God! What happened?! I messed up! And of all people, why is it Jiro's little brother Kent, who's my neighbor. Out of frustration, I passed out! To be continued...

“Hey, Ethan. Just teaching the new girl some manners—” “Back the fuck off,” I said, voice low and dangerous. The smirk vanished. Jake knew better than to test me. Everyone did. I crouched down beside Cara, ignoring the mess on the floor. Up close she smelled like vanilla and something sweet. Her hands were small, nails painted a soft pink. When she looked up at me through her lashes, those wide honey eyes were filled with shock and a tiny bit of fear. “You okay, bunny?” I asked softly, the nickname slipping out naturally.

she says looking back at me and I notice the worry lines etched in her forehead, but I don’t understand why. “And?” I ask for clarity. Emily waves her hand in the air. “I don’t really live in a busy area in case you haven’t noticed,” she says. I stand up, my knees and ankles cracking from my shifting weight. “Again, what’s your point?” I ask trying to connect the dots. Just then headlights from another car flood the living room. Emily sighs. “I don’t really know my neighbors, which is how I wanted it,” Emily says and shuts

"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.

Was Megan right? The neighbour across the road was at his letter box. She was certain that he had checked his mail three times already, and Mrs Essen next door was watering very late, standing on her driveway with her hose pointed away from Emily’s house, her back to her, as if determinedly not watching. Snooping, she thought with embarrassed anger. They had obviously seen Owen’s move during the day. She and Owen had become the street’s entertainment, as good as any soap opera, she thought angrily as she let herself into her house.

Never in your dreams, Shelly. Great! I am becoming mad. I am hearing a voice in my head now. I wiped at the single tear that fell from my right eye. I turned away from Max, hiding my face from him. Without waiting for him to tell something, I entered my drive way and went inside the house, closing the door and leaning my back over it. I closed my eyes and shook my head. As my new neighbour, I thought that maybe he would be one of my friends but boy, was I wrong? For him, I was just a girl who he would bang without a second thought just for the fun of it.