Hello Neighbor: Welcome To Raven Brooks Trinity Novels & Stories

I hope the intruder didn’t do anything to Hannah. “I’m here, Brook! Ah!” While dwelling on worst-case scenarios, I picked up on Hannah’s urging cries. Her voice came from the bedroom. So I rushed to the source of her voice, my stun gun at the ready. There I was, expecting a fierce encounter with the intruder. As the door swung open, I was met with the warm embrace of a woman. Her intoxicating perfume filled my senses. “You’re here at last, Brook.” Hannah’s sweet voice reflected terror.

-------------------------------------------------------------- A/N HELLO AMIGOS Hope ya'll liked this chapter 😁 This one was INTENSE with her fainting and everything OH MA GAW But thankfully, Jai was there hehe 😏 Again please follow and support The Neighbor on all the other links in my bio :) HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY EVERYONE LOVE Y'ALL 🤗

“I’m nice until you cross me. If you’re thinking of doing that, get ready for what I’ll do to you. Trust me, it won’t be nice.” Raven chuckled. “Relax. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll see how I can help. Come, let’s go to my place. No one can hear us when we’re inside.” “Okay,” I said. I followed Raven towards a tiny building surrounded by a thick hedge. You could only see the top of the building. There was a path leading to it. When we got in her tiny compound, I saw that the building looked great and new with light green walls and tinted glass windows. You couldn’t see past the hedge.

~TESSA~ The clubhouse was quiet. Too quiet. Most of the guys had gone out on a charity run Ryder had organized — miles of asphalt and noise, leather and engines fading into the horizon. The whole place felt hollow without the constant hum of bikes or Duke’s voice echoing from the kitchen. I was curled on the couch, hair pulled into a loose bun, a paperback open on my lap. I’d just started to feel… peaceful. Then Raven walked in. Her heels clicked against the wood floors like tiny threats. Her perfume filled the air — something heavy and floral, the kind of scent that lingered even after the person was gone.

"I'll call the realtor right now." ***** The realtor, Ellen Knox, meets us at the property two days later. She's in her early sixties, gray hair styled professionally, warm smile that reaches her eyes. "Mr. and Mrs. Sterling, welcome to Brookhaven Heights." She shakes our hands firmly. "You're going to love this neighborhood." The drive from Ravenstone took exactly four hours and twelve minutes. Amelia spent most of it silent, watching the landscape transform from urban sprawl to rolling hills to coastal beauty. The tension in her shoulders gradually eased with each mile.

Every now and then we’d hear a hungry growl in the distance as hungry rogues would contemplate picking one of us to eat, but we’d let them know their attempts would be futile as we’d let out our own growls in return, warning them to stay away. We finally made it to Lundberg in the dead of night, their wall looked a lot more intimidating in the dark than it did when I last saw it. I banged my fist on the gate, as everyone else kept their focus on the forest around us. “Who’s there?”. A gruff voice spoke out. “It’s Raven Hansley, I come from Whitlock, and I am a friend of your alpha”. I called back. “One moment”. The man replied, and we waited in silence, listening to the hoots of an owl and t

Raven's heart jumped in ecstasy as he pressed the 'answer' button. "Hey!" Ehem. "Hi, gorgeous." He made sure to make his voice sound extra low. Beside him, Jayce made a face of disgust. He couldn’t care less. "Sorry I couldn't pick up earlier." "It's fine. Don't worry about that." Raven eyed her surroundings through the screen. It seems like she's in some kind of a restaurant with busy people passing by behind her. The place's ceiling is wood and the apricot white walls with minimalist picture frames radiate a cozy vibe.

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."

Her once-rounded belly had shrunk, and her eyes hollowed with sickly pallor. Suddenly, I remembered that long-lost Ragdoll cat. “What are you here for? “Julian must have told you. The apartment next door that he gave you was purchased with marital assets. It’s now been awarded to me. “You have no right to stay there anymore.” Ivy’s eyes no longer held their former superiority or defiance. She knelt before me and pleaded. “Clara, please don’t misunderstand! I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m here begging for help!

“Since Barry’s tires weren’t slashed, we moved them over to your SUV. The missing spark plugs are another matter. We tried moving Barry’s cut cables over to your car. We wrapped some electrical tape around them.” “It didn’t work,” Brock said. “The spark plugs on my car are fine, but they won’t fit yours. I popped Connor’s hood on his rental. His spark plugs were missing,” Troy said. Lexi exhaled. “Brock, how close are your nearest neighbors?” “Ten miles,” Brock said. A gentle breeze blew the ends of Lexi’s dark hair that was sticking out of her hat. “We have been talking about packing up some supplies and hiking to the neighbors,” Troy said. “But, we’re afraid that everyone will be dead lon