Hello Neighbor's Real Name Novels & Stories

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?"

He said to me, I nodded at him. He brought his body even closer to me so I could feel the warmth of it his body, I smiled out of nowhere and then I looked up to see his face and then the spot light in our place disappeared. Wrong timing! "My name is Kent and I'm your neighbor." I heard his name but the last thing he said I didn't understand because the music was so loud. I just nodded so that he wouldn't notice that I was a bit out of my mind again!

I dialed her phone to release my predicaments. " Hei, babe you are crying?" Her urgent voice screamed out through the phone. " It's Alex". I said whimpering and sobering. " Em-m, who is Alex if I may ask? " Oh sorry. It really escaped my memory. I have a neighbor now. He is living at that building, at the back of the house". " Ok, what had the guy had to do with what we are saying? " Sandra, his name is Alex. He came like trying to great his neighbor but I wasn't interested".

“Know him how?” “Well, you know who he is.” “Sofi, I swear, if you make me play this guessing game, I’m hanging up.” I pressed my lips together, holding back a laugh. “Archie Garland.” Silence. “Maddie?” Nothing. “Hello? Did the call—?” A scream pierced my eardrums. “TELL ME YOU’RE NOT KIDDING! I SWEAR TO GOD, SOFI, IF THIS IS A JOKE, I WILL KILL YOU! ARCHIE GARLAND! HOW THE HELL IS ARCHIE GARLAND YOUR NEIGHBOR?”

he said while smiling. “I see. Nice to meet you sir, but I am not the homeowner,” I told him, and he raised an eyebrow at my statement. “Oh really? Anyway, it doesn’t matter. We are neighbours now. My name is Pedro Lassiter,” he introduced himself. I studied his face for a few seconds, and he seemed to be a fine young man. “You may call me, Bethany. Bethany Middleton,” I told him my real name for a change. “A Middleton? Hmmm by any chance, do you know anyone whose name is Roger Middleton?”

I hadn't planned on meeting anyone today, least of all, a stranger at my door. "Hello neighbor, " she said, waving, her voice light and friendly. "I’m Lena, your neighbor. I stay just down the hall. I saw you move in just last week and thought I'd stop by to say hello and maybe introduce myself. I hope I’m not interrupting anything."

Like strangers who weren’t really strangers. When we reached my door, I turned to him, unsure what to say. He beat me to it. “Sorry for stealing your snack. I was… being an asshole.” I laughed softly. “I was kind of being a major diva about it. I mean it's just granola” He pointed to the door next to mine. “That one’s me.” My eyebrows lifted. “You’re my neighbor?” He nodded. “Guess so.” There was a beat. Not awkward. Just… loaded.

she added and walked off immediately. She was not ready to make friends with her new handsome neighbour whose back and hair looked similar to the man who just broke her heart. “The agent was weird, now my beautiful neighbour is weird… maybe this a place for weirdos” He said to himself, looking around. “Helena, let's get in” He said to the little girl. “Okay dad. Who was that lady?” The little girl asked. “Our neighbour, Helena, now let's get in without more questions sweetheart”

Liam jerked his chin at the window. “No way.” Nora did not believe him. It was impossible for someone to climb to the 18th floor unless he had some superpowers. Liam let out a long sigh at how slow she was. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Liam Keaton, your new neighbor.” Nora widened her eyes. “For real?” “When have I ever lied to you? ” Nora recalled that the unit opposite them was currently vacant for a long time. However, she wasn’t aware that it was under sale.

I guess you could say she was a house help, but I could tell that she meant so much more to the family. My parents doted on her and did most things on their own anyway, in fact, it seemed like they kept her here as more of a companion than a help. "So, who lives next door?" I questioned as we waited for some parfait, curiosity of the man I had seen earlier getting to me. "Next door?" My mother looked at me confused for a second before her eyes lit up in realization. "Is that Damon Anderson? Yes, well a young man by name of Damon crowther Anderson he visits here once in a while, he lives next door."