Novel & Cerita Famous Neighbor

Zade with another woman, at the furthest corner of the crowd whispering things to a certain redhead while they drank together like a couple of. "I don't think I know her" Even if my memories had failed me surely I would remember someone that...that...pretty and classy with Rag and bone boots, a little designer purse-who even carried designer bags to these things anyway—and a fur coat. A rather expensive looking fur coat. "That's Courtney Neal. As in your neighbors Neal" The Neals? The family next door whose house was collecting dust for years now? I mean their house was pretty and from what I had gathered they were a rich lot but no one mentioned a Courtney. Much less a Courtney that was pre

As I look across the room, a smile creeps across my face. I'm still amazed that I live in such a pricey property in Alabang's most renowned neighborhood. Never in my wildest thoughts could I imagine myself walking through such a place, let alone living here. Fortunately, Rachel, an old college friend, introduced me to Romina Martinez and suggested that I apply for the nanny post she had open.

My priority was to settle in the home and hospital. So I took a quick shower and reached the hospital and looked for my friend. She was waiting for me in the parking lot. We went upstairs and reported on duty. We were asked to go to a lecture theatre and wait. My friend and I were going there when I saw my new irritating neighbour. What was he doing here?? Must have come for the mental check-up?? I chuckled. I saw some man hugging him and saying that he loved him. They both were smiling and my neighbour said that he knows it well.

I hadn't planned on meeting anyone today, least of all, a stranger at my door. "Hello neighbor, " she said, waving, her voice light and friendly. "I’m Lena, your neighbor. I stay just down the hall. I saw you move in just last week and thought I'd stop by to say hello and maybe introduce myself. I hope I’m not interrupting anything."

My mouth filled with water, thinking when I noticed the bulge in his shorts. A terrible heat took over my body, and even though I wanted to avoid it by taking a cold shower, I could not. It was stronger than me. When I realized, there I was, once again touching myself and thinking about my hot neighbor. But none of this topped the way he treated me after saving me. I never thought that my pimp neighbor, who throws parties and fills his house with women, would be so helpful that he would not even allow me to get an ice pack to make a lousy compress.

There were six luxurious villas in this area, sharing a park and a golf course. Jessica only knew one of her neighbors, a young couple who were descendants of a government official. Their children were a few months old, and they didn't have many opportunities to meet, usually running into each other during weekends for exercise, exchanging a few pleasantries. Not quite close, but not complete strangers either. "Miss Jessica, you're back! It's been a while," the young woman greeted with a smile. Their recent affairs had caused quite a stir, with Mr. Marcus being a well-known figure in W City, so who didn't know them?

he asked, his voice full of concern. We spent the next few minutes talking about the lawsuit. I updated him on the latest developments, the stress I was under, and the kids' reaction to everything. He listened intently, offering words of comfort and support. We also chatted about his job and the exciting things happening at Paris Fashion Week. "I also wanted to tell you about the new neighbors," I said, stirring a pot on the stove. "The Morris family moved in next door. They seem nice, and they have kids around Zenith and Zendaya’s age."

It went viral, and cemented his reputation as meanest guy alive, which actually just helped his popularity with his masochistic fangirls. Yup. Probably better that we don't try to make small talk. As we turn the corner into my road, I realize that a few of my neighbors are out and about. Mrs. Peters is poking around with a trowel in the soil under her bay tree, and she raises her hand in greeting as I walk past. I wave back, and she goes back to her gardening, oblivious to the fact that I'm walking alongside one of the most famous people on the planet. Even if she did know who he was – which is likely, even though she's pushing seventy – she probably wouldn't recognize him, with his hoodie p

How he owns a building with 4 floors still baffles me. "Now be good, your next-door neighbor doesn't like loud people" My new landlord slurred. I assumed my neighbor was an old lady or perhaps an old man, perfect. The thought that I won't probably have to deal with an annoying neighbor when I've got problems of my own pleased me greatly. It's not like I had horrible neighbors while at Connecticut, I in fact made a couple of friends but not before going all out with most of them. An episode I don't want to talk about.