Neighborly Book Novels & Stories

I wondered. I walked slowly towards the window with my arms wrapped around me. I grabbed the window handles to pull them back to close it but I stopped midway when I noticed the lights next door. Who could that be? The house beside us was empty for over a year. I squinted and could actually see the inside of the room through the window adjoining mine. Like seriously, I could strangle the guy who constructed these houses like that. So damn close! Anyway, we finally got some new neighbours. What an odd time to move in though, I couldn't help but think. I just hope they would be nice. My parents could have some pals.

Her grandparents loved nature so they choose one which was so close to the forest. The Sacred Place Village, which was where she was right now, was surrounded by a virgin forest anyway. The community living there was just a family of fifteen – more or less. Some of their relatives flew to the city to find a better job like everyone else. She shrugged at that thought. Leila was just so glad. Now, she finally had a nearest neighbor. She stared at the huge mansion – it was a three-story, she guessed, because of the gigantic concrete fence with thorny vines at the edges. She cringed slightly as she thought of the possibility that whoever might try to climb on it would surely be torn and full of

I get up from the armchair, glancing at Vlad. “I'm going to look for more books.” Vlad nods in agreement. I enter the section of contemporary erotic novels, coming across an endless aisle of books with every theme that could exist. I pick up one named: My Hot Neighbor from the Gym. And I focus on reading, being amazed by the depravity and loving every page I read. I see Vlad approaching and quickly grab a self-help book that was in the middle of the shelf, titled: Tomorrow Will Come Soon and put it underneath, disguising it.

After everything that happened, I became famous throughout the apartment complex. I was no longer the isolated, difficult old woman everyone avoided. Instead, I became known as the woman who defeated the nightmare neighbor. Some residents with meek personalities even started visiting me to ask for advice on dealing with troublesome neighbors themselves. For that reason, I created an account dedicated to sharing strategies for handling nightmare neighbors. While helping countless people online, my retirement years unexpectedly became fuller and more meaningful than ever before.

They didn't sleep around or act crazy. When the neighbors found out what happened to me, they rallied together and organized a fundraiser for me. I didn't have to work three jobs anymore. I slowly learned that real safety didn't come from guns or locked doors. It came from people looking out for each other. In the new neighborhood, Draven made a lot of good friends. He grew brighter and more cheerful every day. The smile came back to his face. As he got better, so did I. What Rina did to us became a wake-up call, a reminder to always hold onto your values and not throw yourself into relationships with just anyone.

But even when they’re hungover, they usually at least send me a quick message to let me know they’re alive. I put my phone away and try to focus on the book launch that’s happening in front of us. Sarah was right when she said I wouldn’t be bored. I thought I would be sitting here counting the minutes until I could politely leave, but I actually find myself taking an interest in the story. The author reading from what sounds like a mystery novel, and the way she brings the characters to life makes me want to know what happens next. The plot involves a woman who discovers that her neighbor has been living under a fake identity for years.

While I sit in my room, my eyes met with the knife laying on the bed. It shouldn't be on the bed but in the kitchen after I had chopped the apple in my hand. I was too lazy to return it. I was sitting at the edge of the bed with a book in my hand which says; "How to get away with murder" I rolled my eyes to the wall that connects to that of my next door neighbor. "Just stay calm, none of this matter" a voice whispers in my head and I stood up from where I sat. If I'd step out, maybe my mind would be at rest and not think of murdering... greeting my neighbors.

“But I think Greg is a good boy, so he’s ok with me for you. But I hope you think that carefully “Aunt Eli said” I’ll think about it Aunt. Thank u for your advice. I smiled at her. After our happy moment. Greg and I got along better, as if there’s no tomorrow. Until one day he took me to their house and to my surprised there is a Family Dinner. “What is this? Is this your home? I asked Greg, he smiled. I’m restless, because Greg’s family’s house is so big. I really didn’t know they were rich. All I know that Greg was a simple car mechanic. And I saw a couple coming down the stairs. I think it is his parents.

I thought he was going to meet his woman? I parked Liam's car – one of my buddies – beside the convenience store and walked towards the location where Daddy's car was parked. Our village has two types of houses: the mansion type, like ours, and the townhouse type. The houses look alike, and in one compound, there are two houses facing each other. It's like having neighbors in pairs. I saw Dad enter a townhouse, number one four three. This information is enough. I immediately left the place and went back to my car. I can just hire someone to spy on them; it's easier than following Dad around.

Maya’s words faded away at busy. “Hmm. Forgiven,” Abby states. “But don’t you dare make it a habit.” “No. I won’t,” Maya chuckles. “Fine. Tell me. How’s your new neighborhood? Met anyone yet?” “No. But hey. There’s something…” “What?” Abby grows curious. “Liam. He’s my neighbor.” “Liam who?” “Parker.” Abby doesn’t get it. Then… “Wait! Liam Parker? You mean, your classmate? That weirdo?” she exclaimed in a shrill voice.