My Life Next Door Novels & Stories

And why did it feel like she’d just brushed against something dangerous enough to destroy her? She unlocked her apartment with trembling fingers and stepped inside, leaning back against the door once it shut. Her chest rose and fell too fast as she tried to steady herself. This was ridiculous. He was just a neighbor. A rich, arrogant neighbor with an unsettling presence. Nothing more. Yet, even as she told herself that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had already been noticed in a way she couldn’t undo. Next door, Caeldrin Blackwood stood in silence as the door clicked shut behind him.

My name is Gavin York. I’m thirty-five years old, and I have worked in the city for the past five years. It’s been tough to get by lately, so I decided to get a roommate to cut down on rent and living costs. I advertised online and waited, but months ticked by with nothing. Just as I was about to take down the notice, a message from someone named Rose Wilder popped up in my feed. Her profile picture showed a woman with a sultry, mature vibe, but her page was blank. It looked like she had just appeared out of thin air.

In less than 10 minutes, the driver took me to my destination. I got out of the car and took a look at the house I used to live in. Now I just feel sick and disgusted to see it. This house is like a closed cage for my life. So I decided to go around the back garden and enter the house. The people who live next door are a French couple who come to live only after Christmas. The rest of the time, the house is empty. So I climbed over the wall into the French couple's garden, and then I snuck into Ron's house.

I know because I have the exact one, mama got it for me last month on sale. “You live next door?” I try not to flinch at the thought. She nods excitedly, not noticing my discomfort. "I’m Alexandra Carter. I live next door to you with my foster family." She says softly. I notice how she hugs her legs when she speaks about her foster family. I guess things aren’t great with her family. But like Damon always says it’s not my business. "What’s your name? Or are you going to be mysteries forever?" She asks with the cutest smile I've ever seen; she looks straight into my eyes.

I breathed, maybe a little too loud, because he heard me. His head tilted slightly in curiosity. "Oh, hey. You must be new to 5A?" "No, no, just visiting," Dad answered, patting my shoulder. "But my daughter will be working for the Walkers." Archie grinned. "Guess that makes us neighbors, then. I live next door." "Great," I squeaked, my voice way too high-pitched.

was a silent rejection that chipped away at me. Now I live in a cramped little apartment in a run-down neighborhood. The kind of place where the walls are too thin and you can hear arguments through the vents. My kitchen is barely big enough for one person, my bed squeaks if I breathe too hard on it, and my bank account? Let’s just say ramen has become my main food group. But there was one thing—one person—that made all of it bearable: Jerrie. The guy next door.

To get to know my next door neighbor, Stephen Hosea Moore, a man possibly hotter than the sun, and shyer than an otter. How would that work out? I try not to stand too close to the window, in case he was there, I wish he was there, however deranged that sounds, wanting my neighbor to watch me twenty four seven. It is quite unfair that he can see me and I can only guess what he was up to. When I told Lara, he and I were supposed to drink this weekend, she said to make moves before then, so it will be easier, we don’t know if alcohol makes him clam up.

When Rachel heard me say that, she let out a cold laugh. "Defendant, is your son some kind of irresistible catch? Does my client, Daisy, have nothing better to do than rush to ruin her own purity just to frame him?" Daisy immediately echoed her. "I really did see Lucas. When I was heading to tutoring, I happened to see him coming out of his apartment. We took the elevator down together. He told me his name was Lucas Cole and that he was a newly moved-in neighbor."

My aunt doted on him and she did most things on her own anyway, in fact, it seemed like they kept him here as more of a companion than a son. "So, who lives next door?" I questioned as we waited for lemon baked cake , curiosity of the man I had seen earlier getting to me . "Next door?" My aunt looked at me confused for a second before her eyes lit up in realization . " oh that Jeremy Sanchez ? Yes, well a young man by name of Jeremy Sanchez he comes over here once In a while his our old next door neigbour . He owns a large businesses in London ,the united states and all over Europe .He has a reputation of been called the ladies man ,kinda a sex addicted womaniser .She spat

Mommy appears to be acquainted with our new neighbor. "Hi, Sweetheart. You've arrived. Mommy has just met our new next-door neighbor. She is Mrs. Selly , and she lives with her family. Neighbors who are nice and considerate of one another. She also owns a dog." Mommy is overjoyed at the prospect of making new friends. I merely reacted with a smile and a slight response. The sun has gone down. My lips are perfectly finished with the lipstick. I'm only wearing a sweater and pants tonight. In the mirror, I appear to be quite unassuming. Kevin stated that the party would be relaxed and not overly formal. So there's no need to dress up.