Famous Neighbor Novels & Stories

he said to me, and I nodded in agreement. He moved even closer to me, and I could feel the warmth of his body. I couldn't help but smile in that moment, and I looked up to see his face just as the spotlight shifted away from us. Wrong timing! "My name is Kent, and I'm your neighbor," I heard his name, but I couldn't understand his last words due to the loud music. I simply nodded so he wouldn't notice that I was getting lost in my own thoughts again.

And because she was such a nosy creature, she even moved closer to the closed gate – putting her ear on the metal to listen to their conversation more. “Who was that?” A hoarse voice asked. It was surely from someone older than her neighbor. “I don’t know. Some random people.” Her neighbor replied. Leila felt offended that he didn’t even remember her name, but his next words made her blood boil. “Just throw these cookies away. I don’t like any of them.” He ruthlessly commanded. She gasped in horror and her eyes widened. Her cookies! “What kind of cookies? Maybe, I can taste it. Just give it to me.” The man with the hoarse voice answered.

“But I think Greg is a good boy, so he’s ok with me for you. But I hope you think that carefully “Aunt Eli said” I’ll think about it Aunt. Thank u for your advice. I smiled at her. After our happy moment. Greg and I got along better, as if there’s no tomorrow. Until one day he took me to their house and to my surprised there is a Family Dinner. “What is this? Is this your home? I asked Greg, he smiled. I’m restless, because Greg’s family’s house is so big. I really didn’t know they were rich. All I know that Greg was a simple car mechanic. And I saw a couple coming down the stairs. I think it is his parents.

I really hope not, those were the best blackberries ever! I was right…the diner was buzzing with news of the new neighbor. It’s some man from California or around there. The men talk about what kind of person would buy a dump like that and all the women talk about if he is single or not…the consensus is he is alone so he must be single…I hope he’s got a big refrigerator…he’ll have enough food to feed an army by the end of the week!-

Before I could stop myself, I am walking to Brandon's front porch to stop the woman. "Hey," I call out softly to her, and she turns to me with a smile. "Hi, I'm Rita," she says. I give her a warm smile of my own "Angie, Brandon's neighbor." Her face lights up some more. "Oh. I already know you. Your real name is Angie?" She looks confused. "Yes." “I'm a huge fan of your movie. You know "Passion for Revenge". " she replied. Oh, that! “Well, thanks. I see you've got something there Rita." I make a sign for the plate she has with her. She blushes

' He sat next to her. "What's up?" He tried not to sound too eager. "Okay, I have the theme for our next series. It will be called 'My Annoying Neighbor'. I got the idea from Mr. Northgate. Remember him? That older man who lived next door to us when you were in middle school?" "I remember him. He was creepy. He used to knock on our door all the time. Asking stupid questions about our landscaping and pool."

We were talking on the phone, and I brought up a doubt that had just arisen. "Isn't the neighbor named Bart?" I asked, feeling puzzled. "Karen, Bart is the neighbor's dog, not the neighbor himself!" Camila laughed, eliciting an involuntary laugh from me. "Oh, so the neighbor must be Colin, right?" I asked. It was only at that moment that I realized I never knew the name of the guy next door, because both my parents and my son always referred to him as "the neighbor." Camila, amused by the situation, explained:

" For What it's worth it's good to have the old you back and it's good to have you back in town because we've missed you I know that you had some things to sort out and you had some demons to fight but just so you know I'm here for you and you don't have to go through anything alone my wife was wondering if you're not too busy and if Cleopatra is not too busy if you guys could come through for dinner I mean the kids would love to see you and they would also love to see your kids and we also have a new neighbor by the way I think you might know him." "Who is our new neighbor because I'm not in the mood for any surprises but if I need to welcome anyone into her circle of friends I will be much

She shrugged and pouted. "My neighbor next door is a stranger, and you're still a stranger to me. It's no different." "Do you also drag your neighbor next door to eat bread with you?" "No, but that's not the point!" "Do you have...like, weird endearments for your neighbor, too?" "Hell no, he's a kind grandpa, he gave me a pack of his baked cookies one time." "Do you know his name, then?" She stopped moving. "No..." "We're different if that's the case, then."

I got home but couldn't stop thinking of the lady I met at the mall, who claimed to be my next door neighbor. "Next door neighbor". I murmured to myself How can I have a next door neighbor when I remembered I stayed in an estate with just my order brother, who is this lady and why was are her words ringing in my head.