Hello Neighbor Story Novels & Stories

says the narrator. She began to fend off sobs. When her feet were stuck in the carpet, she almost fell. Her friend, the next-door neighbour, walked into the living room after ascending the stairs to the first floor of the house. She ran up to her friend, who was almost crying. "Is everything all right?" she inquired, abruptly interrupting the two. "What's the matter, Leanne?" “Did he cause you any harm?” she remarked, her gaze falling on Mr.Ethel. "No, no, it's nothing," she says. Leanne replied, "He didn't do anything." "Is it true?" says the narrator. Are the security guards keeping an eye on us? “Are you watching us?” Mr. Ethel inquired of his next-door neighbour. She took a long time to

She was used to quiet nights, stars, warm porches—not city rooftops, neon lights, and mysterious neighbors. Inside, the elevator hummed as it climbed to the tenth floor. Ruby watched the numbers light up one by one. Eight. Nine. She swallowed hard. Ten. When the doors opened, music hit them. Loud, pulsing, rhythmic. Not rude, not angry—just… wild. The hallway lights flickered red and gold compared to the calmer lights downstairs. Ruby stepped out carefully, clutching her backpack. At the far end of the hall, their new neighbor’s door was cracked open—just enough to spill voice, laughter, and music into the hallway like an invitation and a warning at the same time.

And why did it feel like she’d just brushed against something dangerous enough to destroy her? She unlocked her apartment with trembling fingers and stepped inside, leaning back against the door once it shut. Her chest rose and fell too fast as she tried to steady herself. This was ridiculous. He was just a neighbor. A rich, arrogant neighbor with an unsettling presence. Nothing more. Yet, even as she told herself that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had already been noticed in a way she couldn’t undo. Next door, Caeldrin Blackwood stood in silence as the door clicked shut behind him.

I sent a smiley face emoji, thinking to myself that Robert was a pretty great guy. Over the next few days, Robert and I visited the neighbors to collect evidence for the court. After that, all we could do was wait for the trial. The evening before the trial, there was a loud knock at my door. I opened it to find an angry-looking, burly stranger. He glared at me, asking, "So you're the one who's been messing with my mom?"

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?”

He's the one coming home from work while I'm just here at home! "H-Haven't had it yet," I replied uneasily. "Then I just made it in time! I bought us lunch," he said, lifting the bag in front of us, which I hadn't noticed before, containing our food. "You didn't mention that you were coming home..." I muttered softly. I immediately noticed how his mouth slightly opened in response to my answer. I scratched the back of my head. How was he supposed to tell me he was coming home? We don't have cellphones, and it's embarrassing to always ask our neighbor for favors.

It's the same sick feeling I'd had last night when I'd tried so hard not to look at him. Nausea. Nadia is still talking. I catch only fragments. “...and you know how it goes. You're still on house arrest.” I nod as though I've been listening. “Oh, and you have a neighbor.” My attention sharpens. A neighbor? That pulls me out of the dark place. Excitement stirs. A neighbor means someone to talk to. They might even become a friend. Maybe I won't be completely alone here. Nadia soon leaves, and I wander toward the balcony to wait. Then I stop at the sight.

And then, as if suddenly recalling himself, he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the air. "Hello, my name is Gage. I'm your new neighbor." Nicole's gaze snapped back to his face, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she'd been staring. "Oh, yes, hello," she stuttered, trying to compose herself. Gage's eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded at her. "Our landlord said you might have something for me?"

"A good neighbor is a present help. If you let my son use this place as his playroom, wouldn't he be just like your grandson? "With the addition of a grandson, you'll have more support later in life. You old fool, how can you not understand this?" I raised the knife and swung it once through the air. "If you don't leave right now, believe me, I'll chop you to pieces." Shirley stepped backward again and again until she finally retreated outside. I slammed the door shut. Her shrill, annoying voice was finally cut off. I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons.

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.