Exo Lives Next Door Novels & Stories

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.

My gaze quickly swerved to my father who stared at the card as if it might bite him. "She... yes. She's dying." "I may have a solution to your financial difficulties." Mr. Cohen opened a leather folder. "My boss, Mr. Dominic Winter, suffers from a rare genetic blood disorder. Without regular transfusions from a very specific blood type, he will die." I felt Vivian's eyes on me, and with the way she was looking at me, it seemed she knew already. "What does this have to do with us?" my mother asked, her voice trembling.

At the far end of the hall, their new neighbor’s door was cracked open—just enough to spill voice, laughter, and music into the hallway like an invitation and a warning at the same time. Her mother sighed. “Oh great. Party neighbors.” Ruby wasn’t listening. Her eyes had caught something—someone. A boy stepped out onto the balcony next door, the one directly connected by only a narrow wall to the balcony of their new apartment. The dying sunlight caught him perfectly: messy black hair, silver chain glinting, a confident, careless way he leaned over the railing. He laughed at something someone said behind him, but his eyes slid up for a split second—meeting Ruby’s.

“Because you’re the one who put him in a coma, Hera. What happened messed up our work completely! This is what you have to do—unless you want to go to jail?” My father’s words freeze me solid. I can’t speak. The next morning, reality hits me hard: I’m now living with a psychopath next door. A comatose man whose very possibility of waking up fills every part of me with dread. Please, please don’t wake up!

Chapter 19: “Fate, You Say?" ~STELLA~ My ex-husband’s half-brother was the neighbour who'd moved in beside me. It was a whole lot to deal with. Since yesterday morning, I'd tried everything possible to avoid him. Being indoors all day was the easiest for me. Since I had no friends aside from my bestfriend who lived miles away, my room was my only safe zone. I glared at my phone's screen. It was a message from him.

Not until she realized it was booming from the next-door neighbor’s room did her racing heartbeat tempered down. It was a strident rock song, probably one from the 90s, the detestable type that made her want to scream at both the artist and the listener to shut the fuck up. Joel used to love those in his teenage years, a small voice reminded her, and she grabbed a pillow, tossing it at the window facing the neighbor's. “Take that! Loser.” She yelled, grateful that the music was loud enough to mute hers.

We sat in the living room, Zara talking nonstop about the States—her job, her apartment, how lonely it got sometimes. “I missed home,” she admitted softly. “And I missed you.” I reached for her hand. “I missed you too.” She looked at Elijah again. “So… how did you two meet?” He glanced at me. “Next-door neighbors.” Her eyes widened. “Are you serious?” I nodded. “Life is strange.” She smiled. “I like this version of your life.” Later, Zara pulled me aside while Elijah stepped out to take a call. “You’re happy,” she said quietly.

My Next Door Mate 7 Olivia - The popular high school witch, the pretty prom queen, the rude snub every student was afraid to have a clash with at school was leaving Lisa's party humiliated and it was Lisa's duty to remind her who was taking over now. Lisa stops in front of Olivia as they both glare at themselves. Olivia was a girl of confidence and that made her come out of the elevator just to listen to what Lisa had to say with no embarrassment of what happened a few minutes ago.

Then the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Arielle and her mother. 'Oh no. She's here to confront me,' I thought. "Sorry to bother you," Arielle's mother said. "We just moved in next door." Still rattled, I answered, "Hello. I'm Neil Gates." "Here's the thing—I have to go on a business trip for a week. My daughter… isn't quite right in the head." She tapped her temple. "Could you possibly look after her? I'd really appreciate it."

Flash back He had called me earlier that day that he wanted to meet me. I was mad at him because he didn't remember my birthday and I didn't want to remind him. I went through my ward robe over and over again, searching for what to wear. I wanted something simple. Zack loved it whenever I dress simple. So, just a simple gown will do. That weekend I was supposed to be going shopping with my dad to get some extra things but I was very busy with school. We had our final exam yesterday, which was Friday, and I was so happy. And Saturday, which was today, was my birthday. I was having a befitting dinner night with my dad as usual. It has been a ritual since I was born. I woke up after I got a mes