Hello Neighbor Stories Novels & Stories

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

Unbeknownst to me, I would soon find out. That night, I received a call for help from Hannah. “Help! I think someone broke into my house.” I rushed to Villa No. 3 right away. The door was left ajar, so I entered the place cautiously with a stun gun in hand. “Don’t be afraid, Ms. Lovely. I’m coming!” I shouted out loud in an attempt to caution the intruder. After searching the house, I couldn’t find anyone. I hope the intruder didn’t do anything to Hannah.

Chapter One Hundred And Seven Nina’s POV *Beep Beep* “Hey hot mama , did you get a creepy message from your husband or am I the only one that got it?” Asked Hazel when she checked her phone after the faint beeping sound. “He is not my husband yet jeez Hazel …” I answered smiling my hearts out “But you look so pretty when you blush , it’s a message about having a family lunch which is weird because I only know about family dinners and never heard of a family lunch“ said Hazel shaking her phone and giving me a questioning look

Hunter left the table, leaving us in the middle of breakfast and locked himself in his bedroom. Great! It was all I needed to start a perfect day, Connor remembering Jessica’s death because of Hunter’s blunder and me fucking everything up, throwing on my younger brother’s face the guilt he wanted to forget. At the police station, Mrs. Thumberlind waited to make a few more complains, I sincerely am not in the mood to get in the middle of the neighbor fight. Mrs. Thumberlind and Mrs. Ommam have been neighbors for over 30 years and at least once a week they come to complain at the station for the most ridiculous reasons, from noise excess to the vague feeling of macabre voodoo rituals.

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

My priority was to settle in the home and hospital. So I took a quick shower and reached the hospital and looked for my friend. She was waiting for me in the parking lot. We went upstairs and reported on duty. We were asked to go to a lecture theatre and wait. My friend and I were going there when I saw my new irritating neighbour. What was he doing here?? Must have come for the mental check-up?? I chuckled. I saw some man hugging him and saying that he loved him. They both were smiling and my neighbour said that he knows it well.

They didn't sleep around or act crazy. When the neighbors found out what happened to me, they rallied together and organized a fundraiser for me. I didn't have to work three jobs anymore. I slowly learned that real safety didn't come from guns or locked doors. It came from people looking out for each other. In the new neighborhood, Draven made a lot of good friends. He grew brighter and more cheerful every day. The smile came back to his face. As he got better, so did I. What Rina did to us became a wake-up call, a reminder to always hold onto your values and not throw yourself into relationships with just anyone.

“Nonsense! Why would there be any surveillance in the smoking area?” Just as I was about to say there actually was, Ivy rubbed her eyes and cried out, “Mr. Shane, it’s not Ms. Hill’s fault. It’s all my fault for living next door to you. It led to Ms. Hill misunderstanding us. “Could you plead with Ms. Hill for me? She resents me and can bully me however she wants, but she can’t deliberately harm the child in my womb!” Julian’s eyes widened. “Clara, you’d harm an unborn baby? The child is innocent!”

He looks so handsome, his face angular from my sight, his well defined cheekbones and his muscles prominently and flexing whenever he would lift something heavily. Oh god! I think I am crushing on my new neighbour and not to forget, he is one of the popular guys and player at St-Xavier. I think I need your help, god. I don't even know why I told my dad that Max would never do something bad to me. But, I am sure that he would never do something like that to me. I am definitely sure about that. The way he protected me from that stranger at the mall was heartwarming. That Aiden guy was really scary and the way he was looking at me sent a chill down my spine even now when I pictured his face.

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.