Maritza Hello Neighbor Novels & Stories

The door opened after she pressed the button and her flushed red face immediately faded the moment she found that Andre wasn't there but someonelse was, her neighbour Lena. "Good morning neighbour." With a sarcastic smile across her face Lena greeted. Matilda stood wordless having being caught off guard by her. She glanced at her phone and bact to Lena who already followed her eyes. "My bad, seems you were expecting someone else." She said with a nonchalant expression. Matilda finally gathered herself together exhaling deeply before she spoke. "Totally not expecting you." Her voice sounded nervous as she spoke. "... And we have nothing to talk about either neighbour so goodbye." She said and

“Kira,” I heard Martha’s voice near the house. She hasn't even reached the porch yet, but she's already calling. Here is the sloth! “I’m coming, my friend,” I answered in a disgusting high voice, laughing at certain people from our community. She crept up to the front door and flung it open. But she couldn't even try. Martha stood near the steps and smiled. “Hi, girlfriend,” she smiled defiantly and curtsied.

I tell him and he threw his head back letting out a soft chuckle. "I am actually considering it right now, for you." He said in between his laugh, deepening his dimple. I gave him a soft carefree laugh before I told him, "How ridiculously and disgustingly sweet of you." Before anything could be said anymore, my phone buzzed in the pocket of my skirt, putting a pause at our conversation. I excused myself walking out of the club to take the call. The caller id showed, Mrs. Maria, the lady is our neighbour and she is a nice woman with a kind heart. But she is so fucking introvert that she wouldn't call us unless our house has suddenly grew wings and flew away or have suddenly caught fire out of

He greets her casually, never letting go of my hand. “Hello, Maritza! Nice to see you again. Let me introduce you to my wife, Lilibeth Domínguez, soon to be Carluccio.” He then turns to me: “And she is Miss Maritza Salvatore, the daughter of one of my partners.” I do not smile at all, as I dislike hypocrisy, especially from this arrogant woman. She only responds with a vague hello, and we move on, but I can feel her eyes on us the entire time.

"Driving in this at night? Aria, the visibility is going to be zero, and I’m pretty sure my tires aren't rated for a monsoon on a cliffside. Maybe we should wait an hour?" "Waiting an hour means Luca has an hour to lose his mind even further," I muttered, mostly to myself. "Aria? Is that you, sweetheart?" I spun around. Martha, our old neighbor from three houses down, was standing on the sidewalk under a massive, floral-print umbrella. She looked exactly the same—silver hair tucked into a sensible bun and a smile that always smelled like cinnamon rolls. "Martha! Oh my god, hi!" I hurried toward the fence. "I saw a car in the drive and thought I was seeing ghosts," she chirped, her eyes twink

“You heard that?” I snorted. “Kids on sugar highs aren’t reliable witnesses.” The two of them laughed, launching into a debate about dinosaurs and glitter pancakes like the rest of the world didn’t exist. I almost forgot there were heavy things waiting outside these walls until the sound of dragging slippers came from the hallway. Maritza appeared in the kitchen doorway, hair a mess, wearing a telenovela T-shirt, and the distinct face of someone who hadn’t met caffeine yet. She stopped, yawned wide, and scratched her head. “Buenos días, criaturas del caos.”

It was written in caps lock. HI! IT IS MARIA. UJU IS DEAD. 9 13 9 19 19 21 SEE YOU SOON!

The smile that graces her lips makes my heart skip a beat. Maybe I am starting to like my beautiful neighbor. *************************************************************** After having dinner with my father, I have just entered the home, and I have not even turned on the lights when I hear a loud groaning sound coming from outside. Peeking my head outside the door, I watch Ariana carrying shopping bags in both of her hands with an annoyed expression on her face. Quickly, stepping outside, I take bags from her hand. Instead of going to her place, she stomps inside my apartment, leaving me to follow her.

My Next Door Mate 11 The pack members had gathered around in her house. It took her by surprise why they were all here this morning without informing her earlier. Helen Maldives got up from her bed immediately after her maid had informed her of the guests in the waiting room. She put on her slippers and tied her loose nightwear as she walked to the waiting room. She receives a bow from all of them as she sat down on the high chair in the room made specially for her.

YOO-MI’s POV When Josh disappeared from my sight, I gave his credit card to mom and asked her to settle our bills on the counter for I will pack Honey’s things. When mom shut the door behind her, I walked towards the window and pulled out my phone, and quickly typed Sunset Boulevard, a place in Los Angeles where I would be staying. I took a glance at Honey from time to time while on my phone and I noticed that her eyes were flickering, getting heavy ready to sleep.