Maritza Hello Neighbor Novels & Stories

“Oh, you are here!” I kept a cool countenance as I walked over. “Hi…” The woman waved. “Hi, you must be Rosemary. I’m Luna, your neighbor.” Neighbor? My frown instantly returned. As far as I knew, the people who lived on either side of us were elderly folks with no kids. How come she was claiming to be our neighbor? “I live just down the block,” she said, seemingly reading my mind.

It wasn't a lengthy message. [Hello, Vic. How are you? It's Nadia from Joy Orphanage. I tried reaching out to you through chat, messages, and calls but couldn't get through. I'm concerned that you haven't been visiting the orphanage lately. I've been telling the kids that you're busy, but I can't help but worry that something might have happened to you. I hate to ask for sponsorship again, but if you can't support us anymore, please let me know. I'm really anxious. The children are doing well, so there is no need to stress about them.] After reading the email, Martin felt a sudden weakness and let go of the mouse he had been using. He wondered about the connection between Vic and the orphana

She wanted answers. Suddenly, her phone rang. Was it a reply from her brother? Harmonia hurriedly checked her phone and realized it was a WhatsApp message from Alessia: ‘The matter has already been taken care of. I guarantee that it will be on the trending list within three minutes without any help from me. The surveillance camera in your neighborhood is crystal clear. Even the big clock in the community is clearly captured, but I really pity Mr. Martinez. You turned such a handsome guy into a mosaic…’

“ are you ready to be your wife? I asked Greg. Of course I am, I am not going to ask you first if I’m not ready to settle. I want only you to be with me Kels, to be the mother of our children. I can see my future with you, I love you so much soon Mrs. Martin. I whisper, and I kissed her neck and laughing. It’s terrible! I’m probably red right now because of excitement. Thank you so much Greg for loving me this way, I hope this day never ends. Always like this forever.

Rita had finally found peace. Her new home was nothing like the chaos she had left behind. Nestled in a quiet, flower-lined street with cobbled walkways and friendly faces, it was a fresh beginning—soft, calm, and healing. Her neighbors were warm-hearted people who welcomed her with smiles and the occasional warm dish on her doorstep. There was Mrs. Lawson, the elderly woman next door who loved to share garden tips; Noah, the widowed bookstore owner across the street who always waved with a cup of coffee in hand; and Mia and her twin boys, who adored Rita like an aunt.

She was going to flip! I called her immediately. She answered on the second ring. “Sofi! I was waiting for you to call. How’s work going?” In two minutes, I caught her up on everything related to work, skipping the small talk. And then I dropped the bomb: “I met my neighbor.” “Uh-huh. And? Is he hot? Did you already hook up with him?” I rolled my eyes, laughing. “You know I didn’t. But you know him.” “Know him how?”

~*~ I park in the local parking lot and get out of my car ready to go into that damn movie theater, but I stop for a moment when I meet someone familiar. I've seen her before. She brought me food when I moved in. She said she was the neighbor across the street and that they always did that to the new guys. Wait. . . Marylise told me that her friend, Delilah, if I remember nothing else, was my neighbour across the street. So she's his mom. Perfect, I have to ask you a few things. "Hello, Sarah" I said, smiling as I came to her. I think she's called like that, I hope I'm not mistaken.

“Doesn't seem any worse than your normal rich bastard.” “Órale!” she exclaims, crossing herself again. What the hell? This conversation is headed down a dirt path to nowhere. Maria glances behind her to see Mrs. Worthington, our elderly neighbor, walking down the street with her three-legged Chihuahua, Ortiz. The handicapped dog's collar jingles with about ten sparkly taco shaped bells that Mrs. W. stamped on his leather collar. Maria grabs me by the hand. “Let's go inside, mi Amiga.”

Finally, someone picked it up. " Hello? " I heard a very beautiful voice from another end of the line. It must be Maurvi, My neighbour. She was very sweet and pretty. I had always liked her for her very sweet nature. I used to flirt with her a lot but she never took me seriously. I don't know why but my charm never worked on her. Was she immune to me ?? Was she interested in someone else?? " Hi, beautiful!!! How are you? " I said.

She was about to speak when Cristine interrupted her thoughts. “How was Miss Sheila? It was strange that she allowed you to live alone.” Cristine asked while serving her tea. She sat on the single couch and thanked her. “Well, she’s fine with it, besides, she couldn’t say ‘no’ to her lovely daughter, aight?” Leila playfully said and winked at her. Cristine and Carina laughed hard at her mischievous remarks. “Anyway, I didn’t know that I already had a neighbor here. How long has it been there?” She curiously asked as her eyes moved to the glass window facing the huge mansion while sipping her tea.