Neghbor Affair Novels & Stories

Taylor Continues Retelling Her Story I search Jorge’s face for clues as John continues his profane-laced tirade in the hallway. Official assistance? Domestic dispute? I inhale a deep calming breath, but before I can ask Jorge about the call, we hear a neighbor announce to John he has phoned the police. John spews profanities and threats before we hear the neighbor slam his door closed.

Grabbing the neighbor, they pressed him for answers. "What nonsense are you spouting? Her husband is Charlie, and Charlie is alive and kicking! How could he be dead? Don't tell me she paid you off to mess with us!" "Call her out right now! Charlie has fully recovered, and today's their wedding day! If her drama ruins the auspicious timing, the ceremony will be delayed again!" Raising their voices, they began shouting deliberately toward the neighbor's door. The neighbor, who had recently returned from another settlement, was utterly bewildered.

Affie was stunned for a long while before he replied slowly, "The president has a banquet tonight at the presidential office, but you're being delusional if you're thinking of trespassing." "Thanks." Wilbur took out a suitcase and tossed it to Affie. Affie grabbed the heavy suitcase and sighed, then said, "You're a nice guy, but I can't help you with what's between you and Mister Harriet." "You've done plenty. Thank you very much," said Wilbur with a smile. Affie shrugged and shook his head as he said, "I didn't do anything. Goodbye." Wilbur smoked a cigarette after Affie left before digging into his steak.

Dammit! I was about to walk toward the front door when I heard someone call out behind me. "Hello, yoo-hoo, Sierra dear." Just my luck. It was our nosy neighbor, Mrs. Jones. Unlike the other neighbors, Mrs. Jones thrived on meddling in other people's business. Since her husband, Patrick, passed away a year ago, snooping had become her day-to-day entertainment source. I swiveled on the balls of my heels to find her coming down her driveway, carrying a Chihuahua tucked under her arm.

We watched movies through the night and slept off. Classic us. Elle is Zade’s sister and she doesn’t know that I like her brother…I mean who would….we despise each other that is, me and Zade of course and besides me and Elle have a pact. Siblings are off limits..we made it when we were 9…..honestly now I regret it. We had a trip to Los Angeles the next day. This summer about to be lit!!!

Amara and David had been neighbors for two years, the kind of best neighbors who joked about everything and nothing. He’d knock on her door to borrow salt and leave with half her rice. She’d bang on his wall at 2 a.m. yelling “Turn down that Davido!” and he’d reply through the wall with “Come turn it down yourself, madam!” They’d laugh in the hallway the next morning like nothing happened, exchange “good morning” with fake stern faces, then crack up again.

he said clearing his throat. "So why are you looking at me through the mirror, I can see you, you know that right?" I said raising my brows. "I'm sorry for staring Mrs Martinez" he apologized. He kept his eyes on the road this time and I tool the time to checked him out. He's very muscular and handsome. Latoya you are married remember that and you can't have an affair, your husband will kill you. He's a jealous and very ignorant Mexican so be careful what you're thinking. My inner self blurt out at me which slapped me to my senses and I stop staring. Carlos would definitely kill me if I cheat on him.

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

"I could just tell you needed it." I nodded. "Do you have any idea where Camille is? I'm sure she is as shocked as I am." Neal shook his head. "She disappeared shortly after the body was fou—" Neal had barely gotten the words out when his phone chimed. He took it out and glanced at the screen. I noticed the shift in his demeanor. "Is something wrong?" I asked. "No," he assured, his gaze returning to me for a brief second before he turned back to the phone and began furiously typing. "A sentinel dispute, I believe. Nothing serious."

I then watch Caleb as he straightens his posture before jogging down the steps, ambling towards me. The background ambiance of shouts and hurled insults — which I assume are being thrown — remains muffled and incoherent to my ears. It reminds me of my neighbors back home. A young wife and husband from next door. They were kind to us, but to each other? That was a different story. They always threw fights and threatening to leave each other. Sometimes lasting until the early morning, and sometimes their screams were replaced with other noises, which I'd rather not speak of, let alone think about. It was god awful. However, they always found a resolution at the end of it all, but by the sounds