Neighbor Novels & Stories

Kimberly knew she wasn’t supposed to ask such a question but she couldn’t help it, it was the only thing she could think of at the moment. “I don’t live here alone.” He chuckled. That sounded so pleasant to Kimberly’s ears. She wished he’d do it more often. Stop, Kimberly stop. She mentally cautioned herself to help her from continuously having those stupid thoughts. “We’re like a community out here. I only chose to live a few distance away from the others.” “What?!” Kimberly exclaimed in surprise, finding it hard to believe that people actually lived out here. Who would want to live so close to wild and dangerous animals.

I yell. The neighbor who lives next door opens her apartment door and mad at me “Hey young lady… what time is it!” The old lady says. I walk closer to her in dismay “I’m so sorry Mam… I’m looking for my friend who lives here, do you see her?” I say in dismay. “Ahhh… I think I saw her leave this place hours ago” She says as her temper is getting less. “Thanks for the information mam, I appreciate that,” I say.

After Charles and I talked, I immediately opened my F******k. There were some notifications but I ignored them. I just looked for the invitation to our reunion. And true enough there is. I clicked it. I saw that almost everyone will come, the others are maybe but no one chose the not joining choice. I browse who's going. I saw Jester and Rachel's name using Jester's surname. I felt a pain in my heart. Suddenly my heart beat faster. I'm nervous.

I quickly put on the same kind of uniform as Elsa; which comprised of a dirty brown leather sleeveless top, matching pants that fit her slim body quite well and boots. We live in a lovely City, if you like a messy landscape with old rusty machines scattered about the whole place. Well not entirely the whole place just our side of the city, then it is lovely indeed. You see, our city has two residential areas, the Lower district and the Higher district. The Higher district has pretty houses, properly planned and laid out roads that we can only admire from afar because we are not allowed to just go in there when ever we want. Our own district which is the Lower one, isn't as pretty, the houses

"S-so, the locality you live in, is it … hospitable? I am just asking because I want to know how it is going over there. I don't have the time to check on every locality so I am just asking. There is no other intention behind that." Shut up! Just shut the fuck up, Eden! Noel looked at him blankly for a second before going to his phone to type as the two sat in silence. He is quick in typing. Eden thought, trying to keep his eyes on the road and not … anywhere else. But it takes a while to type long sentences. Waiting in silence is a pain. "The locality is fine. I like the way the neighbours don't come to visit me." The voice began, making Eden sigh with relief.

I didn't kiss a guy for 5 years I'm pretty nervous. And then he touches my lips and it's going automatically. I get lost and almost forget where we are when suddenly the bathroom door opens and I remember Defne in it. I immediately let go of his lips and get into Deniz room before she gets out. "Vay, vay, vay, eniste!" Defne playfully adds in Turkish saying wow three times and uncle to Hudson. Eniste is used in Turkish as the husband of the sister or an aunt. I guess she heard us. They both laugh and I hear their steps going downstairs.

Lillian turned on the spot and vanished. She appeared on the steps number 13 Englewood Drive, a modest two storey building that she called home for the last 10 year. A house which had special charms placed on it that if she did suddenly appear by the front door, none of her neighbours would notice. Keeping a low profile was fundamental even more so now that she had her goddaughter to protect. “Welcome to your new home, Lena”, she said to the infant as she entered the house, the door swinging shut behind her.

I heard the voice of a woman say downstairs. The front door was just below my window, so I could clearly hear everything said. "Yes, yes, that would be me. How may I help you?" He said, with a very fake friendly voice that made me feel like screaming in pain and frustration. How dare he pretend to be a good person after what he had just tried doing to me? How dare he pretend to be nice? "Well, I'm your dear late wife Jisoo's good friend. My name is Mrs Tara Lawson. May I come in?" She said, her voice cheerful.

I took her hand in mine, and we headed out. As I turned onto her parents’ street, I noticed that there didn’t seem to be parking anywhere. It seemed the entire neighborhood was having their whole family over for the holidays. Pulling in front of the house, I decided to park right at the edge of the driveway, blocking the three parked cars.

Marcus guides me to a suburban neighborhood. All the houses look remarkably similar and hold no old-world touches. A newer neighborhood, if I have to guess. I can also assume Conner makes a decent paycheck to be able to afford to live in this location. All the houses are two-story with white picket fences. Marcus texts me the address and adds, “He has a doorbell camera out front, but the back should be clear.” Looking around, it would appear that most of the neighbors are at work. Marcus gets out of his car and I do the same, walking up to him casually.