My Black Neighbor Novels & Stories

As soon as my fright wore off, I walked briskly away, worried that the situation would become awkward for both of us. - Are you guys okay? I asked before the blond man could let go of my neighbor. - I'm fine, luckily my coat was not ruined. - Yes, it was to be expected that Draven would say that, however, I just ignored it and turned to Ethan who was still looking at him paying full attention to the man in front of him. - Are you okay, Mr. Black? - He looked at me, maybe now noticing my presence, just nodded, and turned his attention back to the artist who was running his hand over something invisible on it. - I think it's your friend who needs help. - he finally pronounced.

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.

Brandon was working me up more than I'd ever been. "I can't wait to meet this neighbor of yours who has gotten under your always smooth and chill skin Angie," she teased. "Is he at least good-looking? Please tell me he’s at least a good-looking asshole. " She asked. I could sense the smile in her voice the minute she knew she’d cornered me in with her questions. My mind went back to my annoying, grumpy neighbor, Brandon. I couldn't lie to myself that he wasn't good-looking. Fair enough, he was the most good looking guy I had seen in a while. His raven black hair was tired in a low ponytail, pinned neatly behind his head. The intense look he had in his eyes whenever he was mad at something, h

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

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.

I replied. Brandon slowly nodded. “I think I knew who were you talking about. One of the guards reported that your black neighbor is going inside your house and fixing your water pipes. I’m looking into him, and you’re right. He’s strange,” Brandon replied. “Do you think he’s also a werewolf?” I asked. “I haven’t seen him so I don’t know. Should I check? I’ll go in your house later,” he replied. “Actually, yeah. You should.”

The neighbors know how to use the phone’ ‘Wait! This guy’s said they will kill me. Police or not. This men look like cleaners. Like the ones you see in movies that clean bodies so they don’t get noticed they were killed; and this is a black neighborhood, no police can come here especially at this time of day. They are probably stuffing themselves with dinner and ready to see their girlfriends, or wives or whatever, but definitely not coming here’ I didn’t wait to see who it was as I saw both of them startled by the door. I ran into my room, locked it behind me and got what I could and left out of the window, but not before I could hear the most heartbreaking angelic voice.

Because Declan is not just a billionaire, the force behind him is so strong that not everyone can touch it. "Where's the Black Snake?" Steven asked in a cold voice. The gangsters and gangsters who heard Declan mention this name immediately looked at him with horrified eyes. He watched their reactions and could tell they were terrified when someone mentioned the name Black Snake. A cold laugh escaped from Declan's throat. Declan really wanted to see how scary this guy really was. Alex cleared his throat, "Follow me." This neighborhood is deep; the deeper you go inside, the darker and narrower it becomes. If you are unfamiliar with this place, it isn't easy to get out. That's why even the poli

My blackmailer Cassie Brown. I'd known Cassie for years, even before I started teaching. She and her mother Megan and little brother Robby were my next door neighbors. They'd lived there for many years before that, but I was the new guy on the block. I knew the family pretty well. Our grills were situated adjacent to one another on either side of the fence between our properties, and Megan and I would shoot the breeze while we cooked oftentimes. I'd always liked the lot of them rather well, and my sense had been that the feeling was mutual. I dog-sat for them when they were out of town, for crying out loud. Pepper and I were fast friends.

And then, as if suddenly recalling himself, he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the air. "Hello, my name is Gage. I'm your new neighbor." Nicole's gaze snapped back to his face, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she'd been staring. "Oh, yes, hello," she stuttered, trying to compose herself. Gage's eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded at her. "Our landlord said you might have something for me?"