Hello Neighbor Novels & Stories

I reached for my phone on the side table. "Hello!" I responded bluntly. "Hey" a voice replied back. "Who are you?" I groaned into the phone. Really! At six o'clock in the morning, I get a call from an unknown number. Ah! Oh my god! Take me now. I just want to sleep. "You don't recognize my voice?" he asked, surprise evident in his voice. "Hey, you aren't Justin Bieber. Just tell me who the hell are you?" I yelled back into the phone.

She was used to quiet nights, stars, warm porches—not city rooftops, neon lights, and mysterious neighbors. Inside, the elevator hummed as it climbed to the tenth floor. Ruby watched the numbers light up one by one. Eight. Nine. She swallowed hard. Ten. When the doors opened, music hit them. Loud, pulsing, rhythmic. Not rude, not angry—just… wild. The hallway lights flickered red and gold compared to the calmer lights downstairs. Ruby stepped out carefully, clutching her backpack. At the far end of the hall, their new neighbor’s door was cracked open—just enough to spill voice, laughter, and music into the hallway like an invitation and a warning at the same time.

She could hear all they were saying even though she was sitting far from them, her super hearing ability makes it look like people were mumbling in her ears when they are not even close by. A call came in and when Liyla saw the name on the screen she smiled and answered quickly but had to go outside "Kate!!!...Hey." Liyla said "Hey Liyla!. How are you doing?." Kate responded "I'm fine...how is Paris going?." "Mmmm Paris is good but not soo good without you. I've missed soo much!." Kate said "Really!...(chuckles) i miss you too Kate." Liyla replied "Guess what!." "What!?, Kate what is it?." Liyla asked in curiosity

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."

He was observant enough to notice something funny about me. “Birthday yesterday? You mean Nex? Single mom with different-colored eyes?” I became puzzled by the question asked. “You know Nex?” “We’re neighbors. Right next door to each other,” he answered. “If she has a friend like you with her, I guess it will help make things easy on her.” “What do you mean by that?”

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

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 phone started ringing once, twice, and then she answers on the third ring. “Hello?” "Aliyah, it's Jordan, please don't hang up."

A female voice comes from inside his apartment. "My neighbor," Samuel answers while locking his eyes with me as if the hurt which words has caused will lessen. "Hey!" A beautiful redhead appears beside him and smiles at me, looking at Samuel then at me. "I am Laura, Samuel's wife." "Wife?" No matter how much I could try, I couldn't keep the shock away from my voice as my eyes moved from her to Samuel, hoping for him to say something. But he doesn't meet my eyes which tells me more than anything which I need to know.

I heard a guy call me when I was struggling to unlock my door. I looked at him and said nothing. He seemed familiar. I have seen him in this apartment before. I waited for him to talk. "I live upstairs." I don't think I am up for a friendly conversation with a neighbour. "Hi. I am kinda busy right now. Can we..." "Yeah. I just want to tell you that someone came looking for you. In any case, are you Hana Levine?" He asked me. I nod my head. "Did they give any name?"