Novel & Cerita Neighborly Book

we said at the same time,we finally looked up at each other. Oh, no, it’s the guy next door, he’s attending this college? 😍 Alexander’s P.o.v😍 I looked up at the person i bumped and it was my neighbor but she had a different color of eyes. “Why are you starring at me like that?” She asked as she packed her books. I tried to help her but she smacked my hand off. “Am just trying to help you” “I don’t need your help, it’s bad enough that you are blind” She said and stood up.

I was getting more and more attracted to her. What was happening to me? I could not sleep so I thought of reading some book. I had liked two out of her seven completed books and had liked both of them. I opened the app and started reading the new book by the writer and read a few chapters of it. Oh, God!! The male protagonist was absolutely like me, in physical appearance and qualifications. And what surprised me the most was that the female protagonist was also exactly like my clumsy neighbour. They even met the way we met...

I turned quickly to face the young girl, her messy hair was tied up in two buns making her look younger than her age, which was young enough already. Stacey. My neighbor's last daughter who'd been trying for years to get into my pants. I was smarter than that though. She was not the kind of woman I would ever dream of going for....if I could even call her that. "Yes." I turned back just as quickly and continued the walk to my car. Damn!

“No one is sending any one to hell. We are meeting in fifteen. Reach as soon as possible.” I hung up the call. I wished that I knew what this was about but as far as I was about demons they were never going to let you know something until you really were needed to know about it. Finally we reached the bookstore. It was named beautifully. Books and Blues. Well for people who did not know the irony would not understand it but it was a good business and Hannabelle was an astute businesswoman. And I did not know but I was sure that something was up with the coffee of this house which would only mean that she had magicked the place in such a subtle manner that people flocked here for the coffee a

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. The Nearness of You (The Thorntons Book 1) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief

And for most of the next few days, she succeeded. She focused on school. On Lila’s dramatic recaps of every hallway interaction. On Zara’s sarcastic commentary during lunch. On not looking toward Kai’s table. But life had a way of pushing her back toward him. Especially when they lived next door. It happened on a Thursday evening. Ruby came home late from the library, arms full of books, brain fried from studying. The street was quiet, lights glowing softly along the sidewalk. The Kingston house loomed beside hers—huge, modern, intimidating.

“Then don’t overthink it. You’ve had enough of men who make you doubt yourself. If Keith’s the real deal, you’ll know.” Mya nodded, grateful. “You really do sound like your brother sometimes.” Trina smirked. “Please, don’t insult me like that.” They both burst out laughing, the sound light and healing. After finishing their drinks, they wandered down the street toward the little bookstore next door. Inside, the air smelled of old paper and sandalwood. The aisles were narrow, lined with uneven stacks of novels and biographies. A cat slept on a pile of hardcovers near the window.

Some people are moving boxes inside the apartment, but quite a few boxes are still littered in the hallway. Someone has moved into this apartment. I walk towards my apartment, carefully avoiding the stuff in the hallway. I hope my new neighbors are not like the previous ones. Loud and problematic. Because God knows how much peace I need after my shifts at the hospital. "Oh, for fudge sake, why are these boxes in the middle of the apartment?!" An angry feminine voice comes from the apartment. Amused smile forms on my lips hearing the censored cursing. Shaking my head, still smiling, I take out my keys and unlock the door. Even before I can step inside, a loud crash halts my steps, followed by

I am the only student in the entire nation to achieve a perfect score for my SATs this year. My high school has only just posted the list of top scorers on their notice board when the neighborhood's HOA group chat explodes in awe. "Did someone from our neighborhood just get full marks for the SATs? We're already a prestigious neighborhood close to the best high schools in town, and this news will only drive our property values up even more! We might even be able to rent for 1,500 dollars per square foot soon!" "I bet it must be one of those kids from the huge mansions. They've been attending the most elite boarding school since they were young." The HOA vice president, Karen Myers, then p

Rita had finally found peace. Her new home was nothing like the chaos she had left behind. Nestled in a quiet, flower-lined street with cobbled walkways and friendly faces, it was a fresh beginning—soft, calm, and healing. Her neighbors were warm-hearted people who welcomed her with smiles and the occasional warm dish on her doorstep. There was Mrs. Lawson, the elderly woman next door who loved to share garden tips; Noah, the widowed bookstore owner across the street who always waved with a cup of coffee in hand; and Mia and her twin boys, who adored Rita like an aunt.