Maritza Hello Neighbor Novels & Stories

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?”

A thrilling counterpoint to “muse sex.” The hallway smelled faintly of frying plantains from the apartment across the hall, and the radiator clanked like it was having a midlife crisis. I bent to jiggle my key in the battered metal box, muttering under my breath when it got stuck. “Careful there, querida,” came a voice clipped like a whistle. I turned to find Mrs. Hernandez, my seventy-something neighbor with eyes like hawks and gossip more pointed than any pen I’d ever owned. She lived two doors down, and nothing went unobserved. Not a package delivery, not a visitor, not a single late-night return.

“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.”

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.

sound, “Sorry if I might ask, where do you work?" I suddenly tilted my head to the side and c****d a brow at her. If I didn’t feel somehow connected to her, I should have said that she was just sent here by this neighborhood to fish out information. Wait….??? Connected? Fuck!! I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, I don’t know but there is something about her that makes me want to know her more. She got the hint and quickly scratched her neck, laughing it off, “My name is Margaret, I am your neighbor,” she gently stretched out her wrinkled finger and pointed at the small building beside mine before turning to face me again. “.... I just came to say hello,"

She was dead. The group parted and Mor’s leg shook as the top-dog walked through, hands pocketed. She could barely make out the woman in the dark, but there was only one woman in Santa Martha who had that frame. Without hesitating, Mor slashed forward, only to have a hand knock into her neck.

My name is Elina Tarell. I am a single mom. My son, Draven Tarell, worked really hard and got into a top school overseas, so I moved with him to Frunderland. Soon, it was his 20th birthday. We didn't have any family in Frunderland, so I only invited our next-door neighbors, Rina and Kian Miran. Rina was just like me, a single mom who raised her son alone. I didn't know what she fed that kid, because Kian turned out massive.