Hello Neighbor's Real Name Novels & Stories

Haylee replied indistinctly. The man suddenly took out his wallet and pulled out a name card from it. He politely handed the card to her while bowing his head a little to match her height. Apparently, Haylee was just in the same level as his shoulder. Haylee took the card and read the details on it. 'Chief Executive Officer. Patrick Anderson. Pure Life Company.' "You're Niel's cousin, isn't it?" Haylee said almost instantly after reading the details on the card. "Yeah! Wait, I think I remember it now. I used to see you hung out with Niel at another mall before," he finally recalled his memory.

Within a minute, he was out of the conference hall to be back in his office, which was just adjacent to it. He quickly opened the message box of his latest iphone and read the message sent by Nick once again....it was just one sentence " Zie, we got something...call me once you get free" Nick was a childhood friend of Zieve...his real name was Nicholas Jayden...but he preferred himself being called Nick or Nick Jay.

A fake laugh that is. Imagine my happiness when I found out the next day that he was going back to Pittsburgh that morning. He only came to visit his parents who live downstairs. Mr Roger and Mrs. Lissa Clark. They're really nice people. I wonder how this narcissist is their son. "How are you?" He asks me. "I'm good, good. Uh, today's my birthday." "Woah! Happy birthday." He hugs me, which catches me by surprise but I hug back. "Thanks. Oh, this is my cousin Rene, Rene this is my neighbor's son Jeff." Trust, Rene knows who exactly who Jeff is.

My best friend insisted I get a professional to check the entire place for spy cameras, so I did. Finally, my life resumed normal once more. I started looking for a new lady roommate. This time, I was much more cautious than before. I no longer want another creepy roommate. Late at night, when all was quiet next door, I finally had the night to myself. "That idiot. If he were to watch the video earlier, he would have realized I'm not a woman." Yes. Yours truly, a man.

And then, as if suddenly recalling himself, he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the air. "Hello, my name is Gage. I'm your new neighbor." Nicole's gaze snapped back to his face, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she'd been staring. "Oh, yes, hello," she stuttered, trying to compose herself. Gage's eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded at her. "Our landlord said you might have something for me?"

My soul kind of ached too, but I didn’t want to get that dramatic about it. Besides, I really don’t know him well enough. Except that we exchanged numbers the other day and he’s my neighbor. Roman finally spoke. “Why didn’t you call me?” I laughed—like a wounded cackle. “You mean my hot new neighbor who I’ve exchanged all of my shame with? Oh sure, let me put you on my emergency contact list right after my dentist and A****n delivery guy.” He didn’t smile. “We exchanged numbers that day. You could have called for help.”

“It takes courage to dare and change. “ I complete. “ Exactly.” I continue walking with my neighbor in silence. Enjoying the flowers and reflecting on the conversation. The cell phone in my pocket vibrates to let me know that a message has arrived. It's from Jonathan. Baby, what's up? The message brings me out of my thoughts, I'd better say goodbye to my neighbor and get back to my tidying. “ Sir, I'm sorry, but I don't think I know your name.” “ Pierre, Pierre Janout.”

He made me nervous “Hello, you don’t know me, but I thought I would stop by and introduce myself to you. My name is Jaxson Tucker, I'm your neighbor on the west side of your property,” he said with a smile. “Oh, nice to meet you,” I smiled back. “I wanted to pass on my condolences to you for the loss of your aunt. Are you planning on staying in the area long?” he asked. “I just finished moving in, I'm here to stay.”

“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.”