Maritza Hello Neighbor Novels & Stories

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.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

I would have stripped out completely if he'd asked me to. I let out a sharp breath. "Hi. My name is Arielle. I just moved in recently." I stretched out my hand. He looked me over for an awkward moment. Like I was mildly interesting at best. "Okay." Was that it? Just okay? He hadn't even taken my hand. I put it down slowly. "You haven't told me your name. We're neighbours." "Victor." He was already turning away. "If you'll excuse me, I have something important to attend to."

Julian and I reached out to her as we shouted her name frantically. I was so close to catching her, but she pushed me away and threw herself into Julian's arms. Onlookers cheered for them while I became a laughingstock. When she woke from her sleepwalking, she pleaded, "Julian's my cure. I can't live without him." For her safety, I swallowed my resentment and agreed to let Julian move in next door. However, my compromise only emboldened her. "I'll step aside. You and Julian can have each other," I said coldly, finally having had enough.

Not until she realized it was booming from the next-door neighbor’s room did her racing heartbeat tempered down. It was a strident rock song, probably one from the 90s, the detestable type that made her want to scream at both the artist and the listener to shut the fuck up. Joel used to love those in his teenage years, a small voice reminded her, and she grabbed a pillow, tossing it at the window facing the neighbor's. “Take that! Loser.” She yelled, grateful that the music was loud enough to mute hers.

Standing in front of me were my neighbors from across the hall. The face of Vera Morri, an old woman, twisted into a horrifying scowl as she planted her hands on her hips and shrieked. “You wretched girl! How dare you try to kill my precious grandson! Let me tell you something, if anything happens to him, I’ll kill you!”

I watched enviously as the car cruised into the neighborhood. I snuck a picture and sent it to Hannah by text. “Check out this ride. “I have to work late tonight. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” Still, Hannah did not respond to my texts. I thought nothing of the matter, simply assuming she was busy. Instead, I put away my phone and kept an eye on the car. To my surprise, the Maybach pulled up right outside Villa No. 3. Hannah stood at the door, dressed in a pretty mermaid dress. A smile bloomed across her composed face.

I furrowed my brows and looked at the neighboring house where the voice came from, but quickly averted my gaze when I saw him. He's smirking towards me. He's sweaty, topless, wearing red jersey shorts and matching basketball shoes. He looks like he just finished playing basketball. Anyway, he's Ero Martin, my handsome, sexy new neighbor. He moved in next to my house last week. We're not close because he seems arrogant, and all he brings is trouble. In the past week since he moved in, I've seen different women going in and out of his house.