Hello Neighbor X Player Novels & Stories

XENIA'S POV I place my water bottle on the floor just as they reach my side. "Ohh," I glance between both men, easily communicating my confusion with my eyes to Jayden. Is he that determined to get me to mingle? "Hello," I smile at the newcomer. "Xenia this is Xavier Lancaster, the famous basketball player of Buckhead. You must have heard of him." Jayden said and immediately, recognition sinks in. "My yeah, no wonder you look familiar. It's nice to meet you in person, Xavier." I said, extending my hand for a handshake which he receives briefly. "I've been opportune to watch you play a few years back in Savannah. You were incredible,"

"Player 66, we're screwed! This money's only enough for three bottles of water! We're going to die within a week!" I sighed. "The system isn't running a charity. I knew it wouldn't be that simple." Other players also crowded into the convenience store, looking similarly shocked and panicked. The chubby guy pulled me aside and said, "I'm Player 44, Omari Hayes. Let's team up, okay? It'd be good to have someone to watch your back in the game. If anyone messes with you, I can take them down." He demonstrated some grappling moves, and his skills seemed pretty decent.

Nicky said while Nathaniel grunted in response. "Is it important?" Nathaniel asked, knitting his brows in confusion. Why did his friend need to see him? "Yeah". "Okay, let's meet at p&p down the street" Nicky informed and hung up, putting on his shaded glass and drove off. Nathaniel drove to the familiar environment before packing a house away from the Cafe as he saw his friend who rested on his car and high-school girls surrounding him, swooning over him as his friend was busy flashing them his ladies killer's smile. He shook his friend in dismay, his friend was what was called Player.

30 YEARS AGO "Hey Shakyra where are you off to this early in the morning?" called the curious tones of my best friend. As I hustled out the back door and across the yard, Xander D'Angelos eighteen-year-old boy that lived next door, I peeked over the wall that separated our homes, and spotted him going through his usual morning Taiichi exercise routine with his dad. He was shirtless, and I felt heat flush my cheeks at the sight of all his exposed muscles,

So instead of wasting my time trying to convince him to go home, I start the car and pull out of the parking lot. "These are the guys?" I ask while nodding my head towards the group of three men leaning against the wall near the ground and parking the car on the side of the ground. Justin and his friends often play soccer with other neighborhood teams and local kids outside their school. These are friendly games which they play for fun. Everyone loves Justin because of his welcoming and kind personality. He is everyone's favorite, and as far as I can recall, hardly anyone hates him.

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.

As long as you are able to afford the expensive membership card and you are a regular customer, you already have a name in this exclusive gay club. I have a name here too. And this is my chessboard. The moment I saw the anonymous booking with the name, Moranorebel, I was a little confused. Can it be Brandon? No, can't probably be right? He doesn't know I frequent here and the type of vibe Brandon gives off doesn't include one that visits gay clubs with an Alias like this. Which means only one thing. Moranorebel. I laughed. Loud. That arrogant, conflicted, shame-drenched little hot shit.

They didn’t tackle her like they did Sage, but they did seem to want to know her. “You have to be Xylia!” Ailive said with a shy smile. “You got it.” Xyllia smiled as she hugged her. "You must be Ailive." “Dad told us about you,” Lidnaat told her as she tried to figure out the player. “Is that a Sony?” Xylia asked, and both girls looked up at her. “That is one of the best players. Aarshon told you about me?”

My brother’s single greeting over the phone, yesterday morning, the way he had said Jayden’s name, rang in my ears. ‘Jade.’ Jayden’s face in that moment. “Hey!” I jolted. Dexter was facing me. I glanced around. Jayden was gone. I stared at Dexter. “Hey,” I replied shakily. “Hey. Have a seat, okay?” I let him guide me down. Suddenly, I was trembling. Dexter gasped lightly and hurried over to the mini bar. He came back with a bottle of cold water. I finished the whole 500ml and asked for another.