Hello Neighbor's Real Name Novels & Stories

“Jackson Young? As in, the Jackson Young?” I got Nelson to FaceTime me right away and told him about the e-mail. “You’re kidding, right?” “I’m not! It’s him! The Jackson Young from next door!” I read him the e-mail twice now, yet he still doesn’t believe me. “I’m your next door,” he replied, raising one eyebrow at me. “Okay, fine. The other next door neighbor!”

“Let's all enjoy the meal my wife carefully made for us with love and care. She has told me so much in the short time that I've been here. How much she really cares about her neighbors. “Can we do something? If it's okay with all of you. Can we introduce ourselves to each other? I don't know your names yet. I'll start first,” he cleared his throat and sat up straight. “My name is Ryan, it is an honor to have caring neighbors like all of you. Can I meet you?” His eyes landed on me and my eyes widened in surprise. “Me?” I asked and he nodded his head. “Oh okay. My name is Blaire. Blaire McConnell.”

After everything that happened, I became famous throughout the apartment complex. I was no longer the isolated, difficult old woman everyone avoided. Instead, I became known as the woman who defeated the nightmare neighbor. Some residents with meek personalities even started visiting me to ask for advice on dealing with troublesome neighbors themselves. For that reason, I created an account dedicated to sharing strategies for handling nightmare neighbors. While helping countless people online, my retirement years unexpectedly became fuller and more meaningful than ever before.

But the two seemed like they didn’t hear what she just said. “Who are you?” The two asked in unison. Leila’s forehead creased – as she felt the sudden tension dripping in the air. She couldn’t even understand why. However, what she knew that she had to do was to lighten their mood. “Well, Duncan, this is Hunter… Uh, my… my neighbor. H-Hunter, this is Duncan, my childhood friend.” Leila introduced the two – still curious the rising stiffness between them. However, it seemed like the tension between them escalated.

We were talking on the phone, and I brought up a doubt that had just arisen. "Isn't the neighbor named Bart?" I asked, feeling puzzled. "Karen, Bart is the neighbor's dog, not the neighbor himself!" Camila laughed, eliciting an involuntary laugh from me. "Oh, so the neighbor must be Colin, right?" I asked. It was only at that moment that I realized I never knew the name of the guy next door, because both my parents and my son always referred to him as "the neighbor." Camila, amused by the situation, explained:

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

He placed a photo in front of me and I gasped at the sight, it was Cliff, my old neighbor, his throat had been cut, his eyes wide open and I pushed it away, “I didn’t do that and don’t put anything like that in front of me again.” He chuckled, “you asked who he was, did that jar your memory?” I shook my head, “it will give me nightmares, but I didn’t know his full name, he was a neighbor, lived across the courtyard from me, over a year ago now, I don’t see what that has to do with me being here and you accusing me of that.” He sat back and rubbed at his jaw, “just a neighbor huh, you sure you want to stick with that?”

I pull a blanket over Parker and I when Denver and the unknown guy walk into the room. "Hey." Denver says in his usual bored tone and I can't help but smile. I probably look like a psychopath. "Hi. I'm Nathan. You can call me Nate." The guy with the dark skin introduces himself. He's handsome to say the least. "Kera. Nice to meet you." I say shaking his hand when he reaches out. "You too." "Baby?" I hear Parker's sexy, deep, sleepy voice call out. I look down at him with a smile and he gives me one back with his eyes still closed.

"Anything else?" 'And I heard you're meddling something.' And Fera's unimpressed face turned into the dead. "I meddle nothing, Fredy." "Who is this Nick Kingston Hernandez?" Fera unconsciously licked her lower lip. "You tell me," she instead answered. 'Your neighbor.' And Fera seemed to forget how to breathe, " He's playing hero, isn't he? Why are you helping this man? You know how much trouble he created today."

The man laughed awkwardly too, and he wiped his hands first before extending it out. "I'm Frank. Frank Legaspi, your neighbor." He answered with a wide smile. My eyes widened at what he said. Neighbor?! Damn! "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're not that familiar, I'm sorry. By the way, I am Pennelope-" "Lopez. Yeah, I know you." He then laughed when he realized that he cut me off. "I'm sorry," he shyly apologized as he scratched the back of his head. He's cute, huh?