Hello Neighbor Stories Novels & Stories

I was tapping my phone because I was so tensed this time and I told them that I wanted to go home. "Why are you so tensed?" my cousin, Drey asked. "I've promised to Lyndon that I will go home before midnight," I told them calmly. "So you told him that we were together right? We are your cousin." They tapped my back to calm me. "I said yes, but you know Lyndon, a promise is a promise to him," crossing my fingers and continued. "I didn’t know what happened next if Lyndon got mad at me this time." We had a cousin’s Bonding in one of my Aunt’s Ancestral House. I told Lyndon that I go home early. As what we talk about but I forgot the time. Im so Fucked up! They know Lyndon, but I know him

The story was like a well-worn comforter, familiar and comforting despite its predictability. As I reached the end of the story, I saw an ad that read, "Searching for a roommate who can give me inspiration." At first, I thought it was strange for someone to ask for inspiration from a roommate, but I didn't dwell on it since Ren was finally emerging from the elevator, looking stunning in his well-chosen clothes. I stood up to greet him, but he seemed more interested in the fact that I was reading the newspaper. He grabbed the paper, saw the ad, and gave me a smug grin. I could tell he was up to no good.

I yell. The neighbor who lives next door opens her apartment door and mad at me “Hey young lady… what time is it!” The old lady says. I walk closer to her in dismay “I’m so sorry Mam… I’m looking for my friend who lives here, do you see her?” I say in dismay. “Ahhh… I think I saw her leave this place hours ago” She says as her temper is getting less. “Thanks for the information mam, I appreciate that,” I say.

But if a doctor is as harsh as Mr miles, then I don't know what to expect. Hello, Good evening. How are you ever one. This is the second update of the day. Please Read my books and recommend it to your friends as well. My first short story is " My roommate wants a piece of me " it is completed and only a few coins are required to read. Write your comments in the comments section and I will write to you back. Thanks .

my son inputted, coming over to hug me. "I missed you." "I missed you too, daddy." ____________________ Blossom's POV "Hi Blossom. Have you heard the news?" my neighbor asked as I approached my apartment door. "No. What's going on?" I asked her, turning towards her. She lived right across from me. "The building is being sold to some new owners." "What does that say for us?" "Not sure as yet. We'll be noticed sometime next week." "Okay. Thanks for letting me know."

or maybe, they were just being weird. I knew in an instant that I wouldn't make any friends here. Because, there was no absolute way that I could be friends with such deluded people. They told us the usual small town things. Where to buy eggs, and groceries, how to avoid deers at night on the street, what radio station played the best music, et cetera. But then, the warnings and the stories came. "Don't go into the woods after dark." Our neighbor, Mrs. Sanderson said. She had a fearful expression as she whispered like she was scared someone.... or something might be listening in on us. "There are strangers in there that do not take it kindly to people.... especially, strangers."

Still nothing. Her heart skipped a beat. That notebook had all of her stories. The ones she never showed anyone. Not even her mom. She got off the bed and searched under the pillows, between the sheets, and even behind the curtain—just in case she had left it on the window ledge earlier. But it was nowhere to be found. She grabbed her phone and opened her mom’s chat. There were a few new messages. Mom: Just checking in. Did you eat? Mom: Be nice to Mr. Grant and Leo, okay? I’ll be back on Sunday night. I love you.

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

It was plain brown, but the weight of it was significant, and the shipping label was stark, black, and expensive-looking. The address, however, was wrong. It read "Apt 3B," but he was in 3A. The name printed in bold, elegant font was "M. Thorne." Leo had lived in the Oakwood Gardens apartment complex for two years and had never met his neighbor in 3B. He’d only ever heard the faint, deep thrum of a bass guitar late at night and seen the occasional sliver of light under the door. The neighbor was a ghost, a nocturnal creature whose existence was marked only by silence and shadow.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.