Hello Neighbor's Son Novels & Stories

To stop myself from thinking about him, I put on my headphones and lay on the bed to sleep. Listening to Billie Eilish had always been my therapy. Her songs were like sleeping pills. Waking up a few hours later, I realized it was evening already. I went downstairs and met my mom cooking in the kitchen. “Where’s Dad?” I asked, grabbing an apple from the fridge. “He had a patient to attend to. He won’t be back until tomorrow.” I nodded, sitting on a stool inside the cabinet area. “Our new neighbors have already moved in. I saw them earlier. Susan seems friendly, and her son is so handsome,” she giggled.

A look of confusion came across her face when she saw Neil. "Oh hello" she said to him. "Hi" Neil responded. "Who's this?" Becca asked me. "This is Neil" I said "Master Brock’s son" Her eyes widened in surprise "I didn't know he had a son. It's a pleasure to meet you" "It's nice to meet you too" Neil said. "My goodness, what happened to your shirt?" Just then, Alex and Aiden ran into the living room. They both ran to me in excitement.

The man just moves to the side, closer to the apartment door. The little boy looks at Nathan, eyebrows furrowing together. He looks up at the other man while he doesn’t answer, his own eyebrows screwed together. They must be father and son. “Why are you knocking on that apartment?” His tone is immediately hard, but Nathan is used to it from dealing with rude people everyday from his line of job. “Oh? Do you know the people who live here?” Nathan smiles a little. He can ask if this neighbor knows if Arabella is home. “Do you know if they are home?”

Her parents couldn’t afford her tuition but she was brilliant so it wasn’t hard to get a scholarship for her and now, he shook his head and began to look at his bosom friend, Shawn Miller pitifully. It seemed that his son messed with the wrong girl. He looked at Anderson again and the way he interacted with Martin in their seeming black suits and white shirt, he could also tell that they were best friends, and now that a secret has been brought to light, things were not going to be the same. Whereas, it seemed that he was vainly worried for his friend and son because they seemed unperturbed. In the end, he said, “You should all come to the office.”

In fact, the only thing difference between father and son is his skin tone, which is a shade lighter than the old man's. Turning towards his father, he whispers reverently, "Hello, Father," the words hanging in the air like sunbeams dancing through leaves on a summer day, bright and clear, shimmering in the sunlight. Leon's face lit up with a grin, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears as he gazed lovingly at his son. He had missed him dearly, yearning for the day he would return home. Dirk appeared pale from his recovery, having spent three days at home, sleeping and relying on Luna Caleb's healing spells each night. Both Leon and his mate, Dare, had feared for their son's life, but Caleb's

“Oh, my God. Who is that hot guy with Halley? He is gorgeous!” “I know, right?” Carly agreed. “Tall, blond and muscular. Just like I like ‘em.” “I think I know that guy,” Amber said, leaning forward and squinting, like she wasn’t really sure. “I think I’ve seen him at school.” “I know him,” Beth said, anger mingling with nausea as she tried to calm her nerves. Apparently, she hadn’t noticed she wasn’t the only one undergoing a metamorphosis. “He’s my next door neighbor,” she explained. “His name is Ryan Wilson.”

“And, don’t you have work to do? I heard you on the phone last night talking about a meeting you need to go later?” He squinted his eyes and blocked my way, “Eavesdropping again, honey?” I laughed softly and shook my head, “It is not a big apartment. I think the neighbours could even hear you and Teddy snore at night” I walked past him and placed plates of breakfast on the table. Teddy and Frankie were my number one fan with my pancakes. Finley’s recipe. “Eat up. Are you ready for school, Teddy?” My son pouted his lips and gave me a cute puppy look, “Do I have to go? I don’t have friends there”

I was sat having a cup of coffee and a chat with Sandra, my next-door neighbor, when in walked this tall handsome young lad. “OH MY GOD,” Sandra shouted. "You weren’t meant to be home till next week," she said as she ran up to greet him with a hug. “I thought I’d surprise you and come home early.” “Oh! That’s wonderful." Amy you remember my son Jack, don’t you?”

The young man nodded, and the little girl let out a squeal of delight, jumping up and down in excitement. Nicole couldn't help but smile at the girl's enthusiasm. As she turned to leave, the young man called out, "Nicole! Oh my god, is that you?" Nicole's head spun around, confusion etched on her face. How did this stranger know her name? The young man's eyes sparkled with excitement as he took a step closer to her. "I'm Jack... Jack Smithson. We were classmates in elementary school." Nicole's eyes widened as the pieces clicked into place. She remembered now why this house and this face seemed so familiar.

" I do miss her and your son too. We've become great friends . " " I know that it seems like you are talking to a total stranger but I really love my son and I know he doesn't deserve what's happening . You being my friend and that baby that my father came to visit me with , seem to be the only thing that's keeping me sane. I know you are going through the most ." " He can't be dead. Something doesn't add up and the only person who knows him as well as I do isn't talking to me and until you figure out a way to unlock your phone and call her we might be at a crossroads.