Hello Neighbor Stories Novels & Stories

Zayrielle Nox barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him—those cold, assessing eyes and the way his presence had filled the hallway like a silent threat. Morning light crept through the curtains, but it did nothing to calm the unease sitting heavy in her chest. She told herself she was being dramatic. He was just a neighbor. A rich one. A dangerous-looking one. But still—just a man. She grabbed her bag and stepped into the hallway, determined to push him out of her thoughts.

I hooked the doorknob with the hanger before using other furniture to block the door. However, I could not just stay in my room forever. I was starving. With a trembling hand, I opened my laptop and organized the video files I stole from his computer. Luckily, most of them had been downloaded. I quickly scanned through and finally found out where all the strange noises were coming from. I edited the video and sent it to my best friend, asking her to contact the police force as I did. She quickly replied to me that she and her boyfriend were on the way to the police bureau to show the police the videos and told me to stay safe.

I stepped out onto the porch, the cool morning air hitting my face; the woman looked up, her smile wide and friendly, completely unaware that she had been seconds away from being tackled by a man who had been trained to kill. "Hi there!" she called out cheerfully, walking toward the steps. "I’m Clara, from the bakery down on Main. I saw the moving van last week—or well, I saw the rover, which is a bit more interesting—and I thought I’d bring over some fresh bread. It’s a tradition in Oakhaven; we like to know who our neighbors are." I stood there, momentarily stunned; the concept of a 'neighbor' was something that had absolutely no place in my internal vocabulary. For years, people were asse

I heard a guy call me when I was struggling to unlock my door. I looked at him and said nothing. He seemed familiar. I have seen him in this apartment before. I waited for him to talk. "I live upstairs." I don't think I am up for a friendly conversation with a neighbour. "Hi. I am kinda busy right now. Can we..." "Yeah. I just want to tell you that someone came looking for you. In any case, are you Hana Levine?" He asked me. I nod my head. "Did they give any name?"

"Look at you, talk your defense away. She told me that she could not wait, and well , tomorrow is another day. But you know. . . “ she said looking at me as some weird ideas began to cook up in my grandmother ‘s head “... instead of waiting on a stranger , why don't you visit our new neighbor here, I'm sure you will take to his liking just like I have done and he is closer to us . What do you say? " "I say that I don't need you to set me up with our neighbor, I am sure you remember that we were just contemplating about his family, we cannot be sure if he has a family or not . And Grandmama, our neighbor is a stranger too. We do not know him from anywhere! He could be a serial killer for all

I gave him a thumbs up and Liam shook his head. “See you.” “Have a good day at school!” I also called after him, but he slammed the door behind him. “Or not.” Helena came down last, dressed to impress her morning ladies. She came over and hugged me, kissing me on the cheek. “Happy birthday dear.” I smiled up at her. “Coffee is ready if you want it.” “If you wouldn’t mind putting it in the refrigerator, that would be lovely. I have to meet the girls and we are having breakfast. The finishing touches need to be ironed out for the party. Also, I heard there is a good bit of gossip surrounding our new human neighbor.”

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

Jack Mia was talking with Neigh, the two of them facing each other when we got there. That wasn't unexpected. Neigh was a good storyteller and she would have found him to be a charmer. It was also weird that we wouldn't expect her to have made friends with the person who had saved her. It wasn't like I was mad but I would have loved it if I had found her waiting for us and showing that she did instead.

My mouth filled with water, thinking when I noticed the bulge in his shorts. A terrible heat took over my body, and even though I wanted to avoid it by taking a cold shower, I could not. It was stronger than me. When I realized, there I was, once again touching myself and thinking about my hot neighbor. But none of this topped the way he treated me after saving me. I never thought that my pimp neighbor, who throws parties and fills his house with women, would be so helpful that he would not even allow me to get an ice pack to make a lousy compress.

Steve nods at me as if to say hi but just keeps walking, still talking with my friends, passing me, like I don’t matter at all. … I’m sitting on my porch swing when I hear a car pull in the driveway next door. I keep my back to the house, hoping if I do, they’ll just disappear. “Hola, Emily!” Brenda calls from next door. It’s not her fault her son is a jerk, so I figure I don’t have an excuse not to reply to her.