My Life Next Door Novels & Stories

' He sat next to her. "What's up?" He tried not to sound too eager. "Okay, I have the theme for our next series. It will be called 'My Annoying Neighbor'. I got the idea from Mr. Northgate. Remember him? That older man who lived next door to us when you were in middle school?" "I remember him. He was creepy. He used to knock on our door all the time. Asking stupid questions about our landscaping and pool."

I left the door ajar and walking back to the living she was at the door talking to someone with smiles on her face. A shiver ran through my blood bringing back the memory of Adrain the day he came over to threaten me. My feet felt wobbly so I leaned at the wall for support. Mother turns and beckons to me with a wink "We have a new next door neighbor. Come say hi." Matthew pecked my cheek the second he saw me at the living room and go back to his computer games. The house feels like a dream come true indeed. "I'm not interested. I'll be in my room." I tried to shut down any interaction with any bloody neighbor. People aren't my favorite sport.

"You think it's gonna be that easy?" I laughed. "I know it's not gonna be easy and I know she hates me.. but I'm gonna be her nextdoor neighbor starting tonight.. anything can happen" I said with a smirk. * *

Nadia opened it and took a small sip, her hand was shaking. Adrian noticed as he sat across from her, his elbows resting against his knees. “What happened?” Nadia looked at him. “I know you're probably wondering how I found out you live here.” Adrian raised an eyebrow. “You're my neighbor?” “Yes.” She gave a faint, humorless smile. “I'm right next door. I suppose the division between the buildings is why we've never crossed paths.” Adrian nodded. “I don't have time to explain much.” Nadia glanced at the clock.

"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." . . . _______________________

“You look nervous.” “I am not.” He smiled. “You keep objecting to things that are seen already.” I stood from the bed and walked toward him. He did not move. Neither did I. We were close enough now that I could see the small change in his breathing. “I heard you found another apartment,” I said. “I did.” “When are you moving?” “Next week.” My chest tightened. “So soon?” “That was the plan.” I looked at him. “Maybe the plan should change.”

She flavored the chicken laps with a spicy sauce and placed it into the oven. “Girl, how have you been? What the fuck is going on with your life? Everything seems like a super story to me.” Jessica said on the phone. “How is it confusing, I told you that I'm now living with him. Like, c'mon girl…I have nowhere else to go to and I don't want to stress you up you know.” Anna responded in a playful tone. “What? First you ran into your Ex-husband's Brother along the road, he saved you and now you're living with him? And he's a billionaire.” Jessica responded in shock.

The bed frame knocked against the shared wall the entire time. This afternoon the knock comes just after two. I open the door still in grey sweatpants, no shirt. My neighbour stands there. Mid-thirties, maybe pushing forty, dark hair pulled back loosely, natural face, no heavy makeup. Attractive in a way I couldn’t paint. She lives alone next door. I’ve nodded at her in the hallway a few times. Never more than that. She meets my eyes and doesn’t look away. “I need you to keep it down at night. The walls are thin. I hear everything. It’s a lot for me. I need to sleep too.”

, I told her as she gasped and began typing on her computer. "Okay sweetie I need you to tell me anything about the property, can you do that?", she asked in a soft tone and I let out a gasping sob, as Daniel's hand moved. "There's a neighbor John, nex-next door, there's a highway right off of this area, it's near a park", I told her as she typed away. "They're on the way, I know you're in pain sweetie, but I need you to tell me what's happened?", she spoke softly as I felt the cabinets coldness keep my heated body cold.

Then, she carried those bags downstairs and dumped them beside the dumpster. When she finished, she stood outside and stared up at the house while releasing a heavy sigh. I hovered next to her and smiled bitterly. This was for the best. Now, she could live her life anew. Mom returned to how she was before, but I still didn't disappear. One day, Samuel knocked on our door.