Guy Next Door Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was an angel who came to save me. END Thank you so much for reading! now we are going to start the story of the bad boy in the next door (2), story of Marlon and his wife.

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

The next morning, as Trent stood in front of the kitchen window drinking his coffee, he debated whether or not to close the blinds. He looked across the yard towards his neighbor’s house. It appeared empty. With a small shrug, he decided to keep the blinds as they were. She had probably got bored of watching him at that point. He was something new. Trent understood that, just as he knew he wasn’t the most exciting person.

Then, I turn and start walking away from them again. “Kaia.” He calls. At this point, I'm just going to scream. I don't stop. “We are already neighbours. Can we be friends?” He calls after me, his voice loud in the hallway. I don't stop either.

Nadia opened it and took a small sip, her hand was shaking. Adrian noticed as he sat across from her, his elbows resting against his knees. “What happened?” Nadia looked at him. “I know you're probably wondering how I found out you live here.” Adrian raised an eyebrow. “You're my neighbor?” “Yes.” She gave a faint, humorless smile. “I'm right next door. I suppose the division between the buildings is why we've never crossed paths.” Adrian nodded. “I don't have time to explain much.” Nadia glanced at the clock.

I mumbled, feeling lost in thoughts. We are quiet for a while until he opens his mouth again. The things he spews has be clenching my fists. “I have a best friend now. Just like you and Uncle Gabe have Uncle Travis as your best friend” he begins. “That’s good” I was in no mood to chat. My mood was soured. Noah didn't seem to get the hint though. He kept talking. “His name is Gunner and he is our new neighbor. They moved in about a week ago”

She says and I nod. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you need such a big house for one person?" She asks and I chuckle. "My parents are divorced and prefer not to have any contact with one another. I also have many cousins who would constantly be staying over. That I am sure of." I say and she laughs and the loud roar of an engine sounds down the street. We both turn to look at where the sound is coming from and I see a guy on a motorcycle coming up the street. He stops at the house next to mine, at the end of the street and removes his helmet.

It was like a knife piercing my flesh. I have been stuck in the house the whole day; maybe that's why I can't get rid of Earnest. I came outside to get some fresh air. As I sat down on my balcony, my eyes drifted to a handsome, tall, slim guy in front of my balcony, waving at me. "Hi, miss," he said as he drew closer to where I was sitting. "I guess you are new to the neighborhood." He smiled, revealing a perfect set of teeth. I nodded my head, smiling back. "By the way, I'm Kai. I live next door, so I'm your neighbor. You should give me a neighborly treat," he sounded so cool. I found myself smiling for the first time in six days.

I didn't expect him to do that. I hear a knock on the door. It's Troy obviously. I open the door and it's not Troy. It's a cute white guy with brown hair and green eyes. Green eyes like mine. He also has a not-so-neat beard. "How may I help you?" I wonder who he is. "Hey, I'm your neighbor next door," he's yelling. "Do you mind toning down the volume a little bit? I'm trying to write but I can't because of the noise. "So, he's a writer. That explains the weird beard. Writers are weird.

She was unaware of the man standing on the stoop next to theirs watching them. Hank had seen the new neighbor and wanted to make sure that he saw a loving couple. “I say we go watch that new movie on A****n.” “OK.” She replied back with a smile. They finished their way to the door and went inside. Neo watched them but didn’t buy the act. He knew what was going on. That guy might have the police department fooled, but not everyone bought his story. Bunny had suspicions and when the apartment next door became available, Neo moved in.