My Life Next Door Novels & Stories

She sat down without waiting to be invited, and the smile she gave me felt weird. “Well, I actually came to introduce myself properly,” she said. “I just moved in next door. I can't believe you are my neighbour. What a small world.” “Wow,” my mother clapped her hands excitedly, then turned to me. “Isn’t that lovely, Mel? You were just asking about—” “Mom,” I gave her a sharp look which of course she didn't understand. She almost exposed me without knowing. My God! Why couldn’t she read a room?

I got home but couldn't stop thinking of the lady I met at the mall, who claimed to be my next door neighbor. "Next door neighbor". I murmured to myself How can I have a next door neighbor when I remembered I stayed in an estate with just my order brother, who is this lady and why was are her words ringing in my head.

I walked into the kitchen with my mother trailing behind me. "Glad you're finally getting to relate." My dad called from behind. I tried not to roll my eyes. If relating meant being locked up in a cupboard then I didn't want to. I entered my room and shut the curtains. The last thing I wanted to see was anything related to the house Nextdoor. As I collapsed on my bed, my eyes caught a simple lemon stick on notes plastered on my window. Curiously, I tiptoed to the window and peeled it off. Instinctively, I raised my eyes to the room opposite mine and saw someone looking at me with an amused expression on his face. It took me some minutes to recognize him.

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

Linda’s Pov There is no bigger or better surprise than a young, respectful and secret-keeping neighbor. I was sure Theo was a god-sent for me. The house next door was for sale, maybe only for a week, when one day, I noticed a truck full of household furniture, items and all necessary gadgets being unloaded, as I stood in my window behind the curtain.

She's so damn snoopy. Wait, did she just say neighbours? "Where do you live?" I ask, my heart pounding in complete fear. I hope she doesn't give me the answer that I dread the most. "The house next door." She grins. "We are neighbors. " No! "Trent is going to be so happy that his 'friend' lives just next door." She adds. "I can't wait to share the great news! You should invite us for a housewarming party. Oh, pass. I forgot how dramatic and salty you can get in a party."

He was observant enough to notice something funny about me. “Birthday yesterday? You mean Nex? Single mom with different-colored eyes?” I became puzzled by the question asked. “You know Nex?” “We’re neighbors. Right next door to each other,” he answered. “If she has a friend like you with her, I guess it will help make things easy on her.” “What do you mean by that?”

he said flatly. Ruby blinked. Was he serious? “Delivery—? I’m not—” She breathed out sharply, steadying her voice. “I live here.” Kai raised an eyebrow. Just one. Slowly. Annoyingly. “Oh,” he said, sounding entirely unimpressed. “You’re the new neighbor.” “Yeah,” she said, exasperation leaking into her tone, “and you’re blocking the driveway.” He didn’t apologize. He didn’t even pretend to care.

"Actually, Octavia, I live here as of today." I looked down at his hands just now, noticing the cardboard carton in his hands, and he simply flashed that signature grin of his. "You know, this is a pretty nice place," he said, gesturing around. "I think I’ll be quite comfortable here." My stomach dropped as the realization hit me: he was moving into the apartment right beside mine. "Wait, are you saying you’re moving in next door?" I asked, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. He nodded, clearly enjoying my flustered state. "Yep, right next to you. Looks like we’re neighbors now." I felt a rush of mixed emotions: excitement, anxiety, and a hint of dread. Living so close to him could either

I stare at the screen for a second. How do I even explain this? How do I explain that my mother just informed me I’ll be living next door with the boy who makes my life miserable? How do I explain that said boy showed up at my bedroom window five hours later asking for a favor? How do I explain my life without sounding completely insane? Ella: I have to stay next door for two weeks. The typing bubble disappears. Then reappears. Then disappears again. Finally: Lila: …with HIM??