Hello Neighbor Maritza Novels & Stories

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

The house felt unnaturally quiet. Charlotte’s heart raced as she continued to follow Marta, keeping her distance while trying to maintain her composure. Martha turned a corner, and Charlotte hesitated before peeking around the edge. Her breath caught as she saw Marta stop in front of a tall, hooded figure. Charlotte pressed herself against the wall, her fingers gripping the phone tightly as she kept recording. “The message has been delivered,” Marta said, her voice low but clear. “I'm free now right?”

sound, “Sorry if I might ask, where do you work?" I suddenly tilted my head to the side and c****d a brow at her. If I didn’t feel somehow connected to her, I should have said that she was just sent here by this neighborhood to fish out information. Wait….??? Connected? Fuck!! I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, I don’t know but there is something about her that makes me want to know her more. She got the hint and quickly scratched her neck, laughing it off, “My name is Margaret, I am your neighbor,” she gently stretched out her wrinkled finger and pointed at the small building beside mine before turning to face me again. “.... I just came to say hello,"

Rhea replied with a shrug. “I don’t want him to think we’re stalking him. Should we say hi?” “Can’t hurt.” As our hot new neighbor emerged from the house once more, I rolled down my window and waved. “Hey, there! We just wanted welcome you to the neighborhood,” I shouted. To our mutual delight, he came right over to the car, greeting us and telling us his name was Zane. “It’s nice to actually meet my neighbors,” he said. “I’m Rhea,” she told him, “and my lovely friend behind the wheel is Emma. You can probably see her pool through your backyard.”

Marisol mentally ran through her work commitments and replied helplessly, "Tomorrow won't work. I've got a business meeting. How about the day after? I'll be free then." "Perfect." As the call ended, Nick lingered in the hallway outside the National Security Agency's conference room. His thumb brushed across the smiling woman on his phone screen, and a quiet laugh escaped him. So many years had passed. People he knew had changed, and so had he. Yet Marisol remained as forthright and open as ever, and her smile was just as he remembered. She had never changed. Just then, a new message flashed on his screen. It was from Nevaeh, who had been left unanswered all day.

Thankfully, I didn’t find any marks on my neck. My thoughts flashed away the moment the door was pushed out and Marta walked in. Marta is Victoria’s old friend. She’s about the same body size as Victoria, she’s in her late fifties and she’s quite tall. I returned the perfect-line smile she had on her face. She wastes no time before wrapping her arms around me. "You are Maya, right?" She asked pulling out of the hug "It’s so good to meet you." I smile back at her "You too. Thank you so much for letting me stay here Marta, I really appreciate it." If not for her I wouldn’t have had a place to live or worse still be under the same roof with Ashton.

What surprised me was that he knew where a spare key was and went inside. Shortly, Mitchell came out and went to the neighbour's house. Adam wasn't close enough to hear what was said, so he crouched behind a row of bushes. Mitchell knocked twice on the neighbour’s door. A few hushed words were exchanged, which Adam strained to hear, catching only a single word: “Mara.” For some reason, it sounded familiar. Mitchell went straight home after that. What was he doing? Why did he know where Adriana lived? What made him think of her based on our conversation? What is he hiding? I had all these questions but no answers.

She closely listened to the news and watched the footage shown by the police helicopter from above while enjoying her breakfast but then something catches her attention. ‘the wall? Are those-’ her thoughts paused and she physically increased the volume. Maria got a little closer to the television and recognized the environment. Her heart sank in her stomach when she recognizes Rex’s massive mansion gates. Before she can have time to react to the loss her hone rang. “Hello?.” She places the phone in her ear. “Maria, are you seeing the news?” Jerry asked tensely. “I just saw it, but how is this possible?” She ask in despair.

on the phone, "Hello, hello." "... Maria?"

"Aah good morning beautiful ladies. Natalia care to enlighten me who is this beautiful woman?"While his eyes were trained on me. "Uh..h M..My bestfriend Zita.Zita this is my neighbour Etienne Martin." "Nice to meet you " Zita said "The pleasure is all mine." "Need any help ladies?" "Uh..no,we can manage".I stuttered. "Sure...Have a good day both of you." "That hot piece of ass is your neighbour?"exclaimed Zita.I sighed.