Hello Neighbor Maritza Novels & Stories

Damian’s hands clenched into fists, but he kept walking, his pace brisk, head low. Near the lobby, he caught sight of Dr. Adrian storming toward the parking lot, phone pressed to his ear, fury etched across his face. Damian started forward, ready to stop him but a female voice cut through the chaos. “Damian? Oh my God, it’s really you!” He turned. A tall woman in designer heels, hair slicked back, eyes hidden behind shades. Martha. A ghost from his past. Childhood friend, now a famous model. “Martha,” he said flatly.

Nick exclaimed. Maria rushed in and looked at the news. Her eyes dilated as she watches the T.V "I knew him" She called out and look both of us. "We should go to the crime scene as soon as possible, I will just grab my jacket. Nick, can you drive us there?" Nick nodded to agree. I grab my leather jacket and went out of the apartment and into Nick's Black Honda Civic. The three of us surged to the crime scene. While on our way to the crime scene I wondered, why is Maria with Nick? I break the deafening silence and cared to ask.

My name is Elina Tarell. I am a single mom. My son, Draven Tarell, worked really hard and got into a top school overseas, so I moved with him to Frunderland. Soon, it was his 20th birthday. We didn't have any family in Frunderland, so I only invited our next-door neighbors, Rina and Kian Miran. Rina was just like me, a single mom who raised her son alone. I didn't know what she fed that kid, because Kian turned out massive.

RJ doesn't think that he’ll be able to sleep, thinking that she’s living in an unsafe area made him furious. ******** They went to the wide area just between the subdivision and a narrow alley for an affordable house and spot. RJ came out quickly wearing casual clothes as he took their bags. He got that big smile as he placed it in the trunk of his Jeep Wrangler. “I think I saw this car here last night.” She said and glared at him. He took the bag from her friend. “I’m RJ.” He said as Mars grinned. “I’m Marcia. Call me Mars,” “Okay, Mars.” He opened the door for her at the back and she hopped in with a grin. Then, he closed the door as he faced her.

Marcela nods and takes the briefcase, setting it aside on the floor. "By dawn, everything will be on the networks." "I trust that will happen." Maite gets up and leaves a bill under her cup before silently leaving, just as she arrived, unseen by anyone. Marcela sits for a few more minutes while sending some text messages to her friend who works at one of the most read newspapers in the A****n, then she also leaves to get everything ready and pick up Amber from the club. (...) At Grimlore Mansion, Marta, Jarl's mother, sits in the grand hall with a whiskey glass in hand, her feet on the sofa, while a young maid massages her shoulders.

Monica’s comment gnawed at me all day and I couldn’t think about anything else. I knew I must wake up to reality. By the time I came back from work, I was duly exhausted, I slept off on the sofa when I heard a knock unexpectedly. I got up reluctantly to open the door, I saw an unfamiliar face, smiles all over, she greeted warmly as if we’ve each other for ages. “I’m your new neighbor, I came in last night, so I decided to introduce myself. My name is Martina, a widow with two teenagers, a boy of 16years and the girl is 14years old.” “You are much welcome Mrs. Martina, I’m called Jennifer, still single but not searching.” She laughed and said. “Wow! Good to know you are hooked for life. You m

My Next Door Mate 11 The pack members had gathered around in her house. It took her by surprise why they were all here this morning without informing her earlier. Helen Maldives got up from her bed immediately after her maid had informed her of the guests in the waiting room. She put on her slippers and tied her loose nightwear as she walked to the waiting room. She receives a bow from all of them as she sat down on the high chair in the room made specially for her.

They are teasing. "Oh, this wandering cousin of Rowan's good to be present," my wife voiced. "Of course, but if you didn't invite me, I would sulk," he said. My wife looked at him. "You were like a mushroom; you will come up and disappear eventually," Nanet said tearfully. Nanet met Rowan's cousin accidentally at the mall. If I'm not mistaken, the girl's name is Marife Martinez. She was the daughter of Rowan's father's sister. But she grew up with them because she lost her parents early.

Like it came from behind a thick wall or under water. Knocking. Then a voice. Muffled. Panicked. "Krystal? Anak, are you home? Krystal! Please—open the door! Krystal!!" My heart—or whatever was left of it—twitched. That voice. I knew that voice. Tita Maribel. My neighbor. A sweet Filipina widow with two grandkids who lived just across the hallway. She always offered me food—pancit on birthdays, arroz caldo when I was sick, mangoes wrapped in newspaper when her cousin from Queens dropped by with a box.

*I have yet to see that house missy. *come over today. The address is ********** * *I'll be there at noon.* *can you bring some of your cookies? Please.* *I'm one step ahead of you, honey;)* *i love you.* *I love you too.* I set my phone down smiling at the thought of being able to eat my mom's delicious cookies. I really missed her. I go back downstairs and see Nate and Mara at the door talking to Denver. "You guys are leaving?" I ask and they nod. "Thank you for letting us stay. We had a great time." Mara tells me hugging me. I smile as she pulls away.