Maritza Hello Neighbor Novels & Stories

I slip on my Louboutin heels, their signature red bottoms flashing with each step. Today is not just business. It’s war. I grab my bag, run a hand through my sleek waves, and step out of my apartment like I own the damn world. I step out of my apartment, locking the door behind me, when a familiar voice calls out. “Good morning neighbor! Sophia, right?” I stop in my tracks. I turn to see Mia, my overly enthusiastic neighbor, standing by her door, her eyes lighting up like she just spotted a celebrity. “I knew your name sounded familiar,” she continues, she smiles brightly as she takes me in, head to toe. She lets out an exaggerated whistle.. “You are Sophia Mitchell.”

"Whatever happens with the movie deal, I feel better having actually said what I wanted instead of just accepting the first offer out of gratitude." Her phone buzzed as they pulled into their building's lot, and she glanced at it automatically, half expecting another crisis after the pattern of the last several weeks. Instead, it was a calendar reminder, one she'd nearly forgotten amid everything else. *Dinner with Marissa. Tomorrow, 7 PM. Don't forget the wine.* "Oh no," Everly said, sitting up straighter. "I completely forgot. Tomorrow's the night my sister finally meets you properly, full interrogation included."

I hadn't planned on meeting anyone today, least of all, a stranger at my door. "Hello neighbor, " she said, waving, her voice light and friendly. "I’m Lena, your neighbor. I stay just down the hall. I saw you move in just last week and thought I'd stop by to say hello and maybe introduce myself. I hope I’m not interrupting anything."

Zara's mood lit up again as she pushed aside the awkward moment. "He's here!!!" She cried out and ran to open the door. "So, he gets to be let in immediately but I get punished?" I asked her, diving into the excitement. "He didn't abandon me for Tennessee." She said as she opened the door. "Mi amor!!!" She cried out. "He's mi amor too?" I asked. "Mi corazon!!!" He greeted her and they embraced. Next he entered and smiled at me. "Now, someone did make mention of the actual hello kitty's revenge sequel?"

Although the jealous-looking neighbors were already wondering, "Who's this one that parked the Jeep here?." So when Patrick whined down his glass and asked, "Is this compound in front of me at Mama Tina's house?." The neighbor gasped as she stared at Patrick, seated in a Jeep, with admiration written all over her face. She forgot to answer Patrick's question until Amanda waved her right hand to the young lady. "Hello..?" Amanda waved her hands up, startling the young lady standing out in front of their own yard, and the neighbor smiled sweetly at them. "Yes, sure, that's Mama-Tina's compound. You're welcome" The female teen neighbor replied, pointing to Mama Tina's house, and Patrick replied

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."

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 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.