My Neighbors Daughter #7 Novels & Stories

"I lost my mom and dad when I was little. I just paid six months' rent today, and I don't even have twenty-five dollars left for a repair. Otherwise, why would I ever beg like this..." The moment she started crying, more and more neighbors gathered around. A few young guys in tank tops wandered over, sizing up my son Ryan, then turning their contemptuous stares on me. "Yeah, seriously, your son's built like that and doesn't have an ounce of a man's decency or backbone." "Too scared to even fix a water heater. What kind of man is that? Like he'll ever amount to anything." Ryan got worked up and opened his mouth to fire back. I squeezed his wrist hard and pulled him behind me.

Then the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Arielle and her mother. 'Oh no. She's here to confront me,' I thought. "Sorry to bother you," Arielle's mother said. "We just moved in next door." Still rattled, I answered, "Hello. I'm Neil Gates." "Here's the thing—I have to go on a business trip for a week. My daughter… isn't quite right in the head." She tapped her temple. "Could you possibly look after her? I'd really appreciate it."

My hand shook on the doorknob. So that was the truth. I quietly stepped back and walked away. I stood by the window at the end of the hallway for a long time. The next day, relatives heard Mom was hospitalized and came to visit. The room was packed. Fruit baskets and flower bouquets filled every corner. Mom lay in bed dramatically talking about how hard she'd worked raising her two daughters. Sophie stood beside her, carefully helping her drink water. The perfect mother-daughter scene. Once everyone had gathered, I cleared my throat. "Since the whole family's here, tell me if this sounds fair."

"My child... she's a good girl. My daughter met your dad because she used to come to your mom's house often to help with the laundry. My daughter and your mom were childhood friends, and my daughter had everything your mom had, thanks to your grandparents who helped her finish her studies. But I never expected her to get used to the luxuries your mom and your grandparents provided. That's why she started going out every night and coming home in the early morning because she was working. At first, she told me she was working at a twenty-four-hour convenience store, what was it called? Seven-eleven. I trusted her, so even though I was worried about her safety, I allowed her. She said she wante

Over the next few days, I decided to avoid running into Lesley as much as possible. However, when I got home from work one evening, I noticed that her door was wide open, and she was moving things out. When she saw me, her eyes lit up. "Phil, could you help me move a few things?" It turned out that tomorrow was Saturday, and she needed to visit her parents tonight and bring back some things. Joe was working late and wouldn't be home anytime soon, so she couldn't wait for him to help.

I am definitely going to kill you in your sleep today, Max Jackson. Why are you not back yet, Aubrey? I thought. Aubrey is my childhood friend and another daughter to my parents. She is like the sister I never had. We do almost everything together. We get in trouble together. We are very much alike. The only difference among us is that I am the antisocial, silent and a straight A's student while she is the ongoing type, famous, gorgeous and model like popular girl at school.

She cringed slightly as she thought of the possibility that whoever might try to climb on it would surely be torn and full of wounds after. The mansion was to her taste anyway, it was like a gruesome-like mansion, but she loved how intricate and classic the design was. It also had a huge balcony that surely created a relaxing ambience. She was hoping to get a chance to be friends with her neighbor – whoever it was. Her forehead creased when she saw a silhouette on the balcony, then it vanished for a matter of seconds. Her spine covered with chills as she remembered the horror movie, she had watched with her seven-year-old stepbrother, Darcel, last night.

Enough for me to see them but not for them to see me because I want to watch the next scene. After a minute, the daughter went out crying for help to put out the fire and I guess she is about twenty years of age, taller than me, has long hair, and is bigger than me. She ran while shouting for help because she could see her parents burning inside, but they were already dead, so what was wrong with that? The fire grew bigger. The neighbor woke up just to help to put out the fire.

Jerry. The neighborhood was quiet, but my mind was a storm of heat and bad ideas. Jinna had stumbled over to my house an hour ago, smelling like sweet vodka and cheap perfume. She was my neighbor’s daughter, barely legal, and currently passed out on my leather sofa. She was fast asleep, her breathing deep and rhythmic.

Stormy POV I help mom with making lunch before she had to hurry out. She booked a spa with Elle and they were going out to have a girl's day out. When I thought I could relax and have time to think about everything, I hear the bell go off. Part of me prays and hopes it's Scott because I really want to see him right now. Is he with Kim? Is he drinking? He does anything when he's angry. Pulling the door open, my smile faded when I see our neighbour, single lady that lives in the next condo, with her son in hand. The seven years old boy kept turning his head from side to side.