Hello Neighbor Stories Novels & Stories

There will be no mention of celebrities or attempting to sneak into the next party in order to rub shoulders with the elite. The glee in Aliyah's eyes piques my interest in learning more about her. One thing is certain: she knows how to tell a good story. Her enthusiasm piques my interest, and I find myself smiling as she moves from one story to the next. Her joy over the smallest of things is truly contagious, and I'm convinced that's what I've been missing in my life. We sit there for hours, getting to know each other much better. I don't want to leave, but there's a chill in the air tonight, especially since we're so close to the water. I notice Aliyah rubbing her hands up and down her ar

I occupy a small apartment that consist of one master bedroom, a living room and a kitchen, grabbing my key from where I usually hang it beside the door, I clicked open the door and out I went, locking it after me. I rushed into the elevator, smiling to my elderly neighbor who if I allowed, would never stop her greetings, she would be like, 'Hazel, the weather is so beautiful today' 'Hazel, did you watch the news last night, poor man couldn't believe his wife had been cheating on him for years' let me clarify you, she hardly watches the news but one TV drama that always play in the evening at 9:00, to her, everything is news. I pressed the ground floor on the button and smiled to my other ne

’ she asked the onlooking neighbors beside the staircase, once she had reached them. Apparently it was about Benji, the neighbor's boy from two doors down. A bright, little child active, and as hungry for life as you would only see it in children’s eyes. Prior to the year of longing, every Friday Helen had brought him a surprise, and whenever she would meet him in the street, she would salute him with philosophical questions. He usually knew how to answer them better than she did. ‘No one has seen him for 24 hours,’ a neighbor whispered. ‘They assume he ran away.’

The Pink Devil started laughing hard after Terrance asked about the neighbors. "My Neighbors? Do you really think that my neighbors will care that some random car is on my driveway? My neighbors never cared about what I did or who I brung home. Heck, the first time I moved into Hilldrive; none of my neighbors bothered to greet me or even once said 'Hello' to me. They continued living their lives and treated me like I never existed. 'Love thy neighbors', my ass! Even if my neighbors cared, it's none of their fucking business to get involved with my personal life and privacy. So the neighbors won't help you escape.", she explained. "You know you don't have to do this.", he pleaded.

An orphan. My sister Camila had set us up in that sneaky, well-meaning way only sisters can pull off. Clara was the pediatrician for my nephew, and she and Camila had become fast friends. “Hi!” Clara’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I hadn’t even noticed her approaching the car. I smiled and kissed her cheek gently, then helped her get in. We started talking about our day as we pulled away from the curb. “You won’t believe what happened in my building,” she began, “I heard someone broke into my neighbor’s apartment. They were out visiting relatives. When they got back, some of their things were missing.”

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Finley I woke up to the ringing of my phone the next morning and the sun shining very brightly through the open curtains. There was a lingering smell of mint and rainfall and I sat upright in my bed and looked around. “Why are you calling me?” I groaned as I answered my phone. “Are you alone?” Harley whispered. “Why wouldn’t I be alone and why are you whispering?” I asked her as I held my pounding head. “We were just wondering because your hot neighbour took you home last night like a caveman,” she said and laughed.

I would look through the peephole but I'm too short to reach. I pull the door open to find five people on my porch. "Hello. My name is Becca," a short, dark haired woman speaks. She is just beautiful. "This is my husband, Scott and our children. Lisa, Matthew and Brandon. We are the Keaths across the street. It is very nice to meet you. We just came over here to welcome you to the neighbourhood. It is really nice to see a ne--- Damnit, Becca. Your scaring her." Becca speaks but Scott cuts her off. I try not to laugh at the cute little scene. "Would you guys like to come in." I ask politely. They all nod and I move out of the way. I close the door once they are all in and walk them over to th

, A neighbor who lived two houses up approached them cautiously. "We are looking for the people from the Green and Legrand family, do you know where they are? Why are we knocking on the door, but no one is answering!", Tony asked politely. "Ahhh, you guys have come at a bad time," The neighbor replied. "I don't really know what's going on, but Mr. Green turned out to be bad and they're all in the hospital now. "

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."