Hello Neighbor's Son Novels & Stories

Its been a whole week of silence and I was ready to end it. “Are you the new neighbor?” said T.K who just returned from work. “Yes I am.” replied the new neighbor whose voice rang a bell. I looked up and our eyes met. I was puzzled and began shivering all over. I got up and ran all the way to the bar. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. “Mother, Mother.” I was screaming while approaching the bar. She came out with a bottle of whisky, placed it on a customer’s table and stared at me in confusion. “Fetty what is it? Where are your younger ones? Hope all is well.” She said while shaking me all up. “They are all fine.” I said while gasping for breath. I held her hand and took her by the co

Belinda said. "Happy Halloween," I responded, kissing her in the air. "My name is Belinda Peter, am your new neighbor." She offered a handshake. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope by now you have moved on after your son's death." "Oh it's you! Honey, why don't you say hello." "Happy Halloween Venessa." Peter said. "Happy Halloween to you too." I responded. "Venessa's son and your granddaughter are of the same age so I guess they should get along very well and you too." Doctor Great said.

“Now you finally believe us, huh? You thought we were frauds! “The mother is most unfortunate to have a childhood friend like yourself!” I snorted coldly. “I’ll tell you what’s really unfortunate! Meeting with a hospital like yours, where giving birth means certain death!” “You!” She widened her eyes in fury. I memorized her name, then stepped outside and climbed into the police car with the baby. Eighteen years later, on the day the college entrance exam results were released, my son, Neil Ryans, became the top scorer in the state. He was also the valedictorian.

My lips quivered in fear and a I needed to inhale a few more breaths to think straight. I forced myself to smile at my son “D-Daddy? Where did you get that, sweetie?” “Daddy. Daddy Rob. Sab’s dad.” I heaved out a sigh. He is talking about our new neighbor who has transferred the other week. “Yes, right. Rob. But why do you call him daddy, sweetie?” He pulled the head out of his toy. “Cause I don’t have one. Sab has daddy. I don’t have a daddy.” I was speechless for a moment before I hugged my son tight and kissed his head.

A man opened the door and smiled. “Good evening sir, do you remember me?” He asked politely. Nathan allowed him in and gestured him to sit. “I don’t forget I encounter, Neil, right?” offering him an orange juice. “My mom told me you live…. Our new neighbor, it’s really good to see you again, sir” he smiled. “Always thank you for saving me, I’m very grateful to your sir” He stood and lowered his head. “Thanks, but it’s okay, sit, my name is Nathaniel Bernard, you could call me Nathan. We can drop the formalities since we’re neighbors now. We’ll be seeing each other very often.”

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?”

I wanted the house remodeled by the time I returned. I dialed Sharon to be my eyes because I wasn’t coming back physically, it was too much for me. “Hi Honey, how are you?” She sang on the other line. She giggled out a playful ‘stop’ to someone with her. “Oh hey Sharon. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were busy.” “Oh no worries, it’s just Maa….uh…Michael, the pool guy. Wassup?” She stammered. I heard a male voice laughing in the background that rang familiar in my ears.

Stormy POV I help mom with making lunch before she had to hurry out. She booked a spa with Elle and they were going out to have a girl's day out. When I thought I could relax and have time to think about everything, I hear the bell go off. Part of me prays and hopes it's Scott because I really want to see him right now. Is he with Kim? Is he drinking? He does anything when he's angry. Pulling the door open, my smile faded when I see our neighbour, single lady that lives in the next condo, with her son in hand. The seven years old boy kept turning his head from side to side.

he said to me, and I nodded in agreement. He moved even closer to me, and I could feel the warmth of his body. I couldn't help but smile in that moment, and I looked up to see his face just as the spotlight shifted away from us. Wrong timing! "My name is Kent, and I'm your neighbor," I heard his name, but I couldn't understand his last words due to the loud music. I simply nodded so he wouldn't notice that I was getting lost in my own thoughts again.

he said, kissing my forehead tenderly. Thankfully, I managed to persuade my hesitant and skeptical husband to go to work. He had other obligations to fulfill, but I made it clear that he needed to come home with a hotdog buns from the convenience store across his workplace. That was my one request. As I sat in the living room, engrossed in reading my monthly reports and catching up on the latest business news, my phone rang. To my delight, it was a very familiar voice—one I hadn't heard in over a month. It was my son's best friend, Nick.