Romans & histoires Neighbor

It was plain brown, but the weight of it was significant, and the shipping label was stark, black, and expensive-looking. The address, however, was wrong. It read "Apt 3B," but he was in 3A. The name printed in bold, elegant font was "M. Thorne." Leo had lived in the Oakwood Gardens apartment complex for two years and had never met his neighbor in 3B. He’d only ever heard the faint, deep thrum of a bass guitar late at night and seen the occasional sliver of light under the door. The neighbor was a ghost, a nocturnal creature whose existence was marked only by silence and shadow.

Chapter – 0005 AIDEN He emphasizes the words “this neighborhood,” which is a quiet, old money kind of place – not the kind where you see naked football players running around. In other words, it’s stuffy as hell. I shrug. “I don’t give a shit about the neighbors. Some old lady was probably across the road looking at my ass through her binoculars and thanking her lucky stars that I moved in here.” Noah snorts. “I’m sure the neighbors appreciate it.”

Hey, I am only human! After about 20-30 minutes, I finally reached my home which seemed isolated from the others. That was the good thing about this neighborhood. There was always a large distance between each home so there was no need to worry about any loud noises that your neighbors would make. Especially the party that was apparently going to occur later on tonight.

He walked up to me, wearing a friendly smile. "Hello! Are you the new neighbor next door? I'm Jerney. I haven't been here for too long myself, but I've been here for about three years now. Welcome to Park Slope!" I greeted him with equal warmth. "Would you mind if I joined you for a walk?" he inquired. I nodded, and we resumed our journey with him leading the way. Ultimately, it became an enjoyable stroll as Jerney pointed out the best sights around us. I've come to appreciate this place, its atmosphere is undeniably inviting, and the locals seem quite friendly.

As Cynthia and Bernice lounged at the balcony, enjoying the cold evening breeze, a black Bugatti drove into the neighborhood and zoomed passed her house then stopped Infront of the villa as the gate opened automatically. The Bugatti then drove in and parked in the compound. Cynthia had never seen her neighbor, except that familiar back she had seen. Drake stepped out of his car and looked towards the neighboring bungalow, he had never minded knowing his neighbors but one of the silhouettes at the balcony looked familiar,

“Don’t they all?” Another nude young man stops beside the first. “What is your purpose here? Why are you crossing our border unannounced?” His attention is back on me as I start reigning in my ability to breathe. “Are you familiar with Blue Ridge?” “They’re our only neighbors. Of course we’re familiar.” He spits aggressively.

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My hand grip the wheel tightly. The neutral house is not far away now, just two more blocks and I will arrive. The house looks kinda old, the paint peeling in long strips, porch sagging like it’s tired of standing. A plaque by the door shone with red light: Neutral Territory – Pack Law Applies. It looks like a warning.

Not touching just there. Close. Waiting.

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......