My Life Next Door Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

"You can go to that breakfast corner around the block." "But here is closer." He shrugged. "Huh?" "I live next door." "What?" "I moved in next door." . . . _______________________

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.

The items were many so he had to carry the ones his hands could hold. I walked to the door to my house and retrieved the key from my purse. Still funny to me how Daniel and I suddenly lived next door. Many days ago, I didn't know his whereabouts at all, a few days ago we only communicated through text messages and now hr was my next door neighbour. What next? We live in the same house? What? No, I don't want that. I don't. I do. No, I don't.

“Did you also get a typo in your message? Like, did he tell you your room mate's a man?” “No. It clearly stated Serena Lowell. Children's book illustrator and introvert.” He recited. “It's Donahue. Serena Donahue.” I snapped. He paused, then shrugged. “Whatever, sweetheart.” “Shit! Just my luck.” He opened the fridge. "Want a beer?" I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly. "This is a nightmare." "Nope," he said, cracking the can open. "This is your new reality. Welcome home, roomie."