Neighbor Novels & Stories

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?

A cool breeze is blowing and if feels so pleasant. "So, where do you live?" I ask her. "I live in Clovis, what about you?", she asks in return. "Oh, I live in Madera" I tell her. "Really, I have a cousin who lives there" she says smiling. "I have a friend who lives in Clovis" I tell her returning her smile. "Oh, really but I don't know much people there because I just moved there from San Jose this year" she says. "Oh, so you live alone in Clovis?" I ask her.

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

“Hey guys, I need to know when we are going to head over to that warehouse that Amy said was about ten miles from Juxney’s. I’m not sure I remember where that is.” “I know where that is.” Gael said. “We used to use that field over there to play baseball and soccer.” “Well, we need to get over there and get those she-wolves. Every day that passes is another day they could be in misery, and I can’t have that.” Phoenix said with authority in her voice. Sonya asked, “How do we know that it isn’t a trap? I mean Amy may have been lying.” “Oh no, we know it isn’t a trap.” Tina said as she got up to grab some more food. That girl could put it away.

- I ask irritated. Luckily, he hadn't seen me yet. But it backfired, because in a matter of seconds, as if he knew he was being watched, my neighbor looks in our direction and our gazes meet. Then Justin practically eats me with his eyes, taking a good look at every part of my body, and especially at my breasts highlighted by my extravagant décolletage. I choke on my saliva. He looks even hotter, wearing a dark denim jacket that clearly shows off his defined arm muscles.

Who would have thought Julia lived out here all alone, and come all the way to the city to work at night, it was kinda tiring. After taking a satisfactory survey of the small house from his car, Nick alighted and slammed the door of his car, it was so quiet in the area, unlike the busy towns in the middle of Ohio. He stood glancing around the cool neighborhood, no one was walking around, even though it was an early morning weekday,

I choose this place because it's just fifteen minutes walk to my office, and has excellent security and view, including complete amenities. The fact that I only have one neighbour is a major plus since I'm not a friendly person to make small conversations every time we bump onto each other. Though I've only met my neighbour twice since I moved here because they live in Canada. This apartment is just a place in case they're in town to meet their daughter who's studying here. My jaw drops the moment he jabs his finger on the digital lock of the main door, which a second later he pushes it open making me gasp in shock.

~Declan~ It was late afternoon by the time we reached the address Serena took from the convenience store’s office. Nestled in the outskirts of the city, a bungalow-type house with the backdrop of towering trees was directly at the spot where the phone's map blinks red. The neighborhood was quiet. There was about a ten-meter distance between units, and the multiple cars parked in front of each house made this place an odd residence for someone working at the convenience store. It was sketchy, and this nagging feeling in my chest intensified the longer we stayed here.

“It's no big deal I will just sleep on the couch, Triston. It will just be a week, I can handle it-” “And have your condition worsened? No, that’s idiotic.” He scoffed, shaking his head hard. “I will just-” Triston’s phone rang, silencing us both. He moved quickly, going to grab the phone, he grumbled further before answering. “Marcus, hello- yes we landed safely,” He listened for a moment, “Yeah the bungalow is super… Just a quick thought though why just a single bedroom-” He stayed silent, “Yes, of course we sleep together, but you know her shoes need their separate space too-” He bit his bottom lip in question, “Yes, the office can be used as extra space.” Triston seemed to choose a diffe