Neighbors Daughter Novels & Stories

She grumbled, preventing my hand from touching her head. "Okay, fine. I won't do it." I drew my hand back, and she continued to pout while tweaking her hair. Mandira was the daughter of my father's younger brother, and she lived next door to us. We were cousins by blood, but we always managed to stay best friends.

Whenever her grades weren’t good and Grace scolded her, Sienna would come to Autumn for something tasty to eat. At that time, Sienna had been so easy to please—a box of cookies was enough to coax her into smiles. But looking at the girl in front of her now, about the same age as Sienna, Autumn suddenly snapped back to reality. That had been a long time ago. The current Sienna couldn’t wait to sever ties with her, just to help Luna rise to the top faster. Thinking of this, Autumn calmly reminded Vanessa, “You’ve misunderstood. I’m not your future sister-in-law. Your brother and I really are just neighbors.”

Kathy said and I sighed, I was really questioning how I was friends with this very emotionally unavailable person. “Amen you will get your wish, after I snag Zina’s hubby’s brother. And don’t you dare say he is an only child!” Jasmine said to me and I sighed. Neil was an only child, there was no way I could help her, and I did not know any cousins or relatives. Save that wanna be from across the streets, I have even forgotten her name. And she was no longer in the picture to begin with.

Xaiden said calmly. “I'm sorry, boy. But I didn't know your name.” Natasha said in a hurry. "His name is Xaiden. He is the elder one of us. Kiya is second, Third is Erica, after Lucas and Danny and last is me. We were all born on the same day." Nishi pointed at each of her siblings and herself. Natasha looks at Nishi's shocked face. “So they were born the same day.” Natasha murmured. "Nishi, why does your face look like Aunty?" Kiya suddenly pointed out.

Neil pouted. We just talked as we ate some snacks. I never thought Miss Nadia could be very talkative. And we would gladly listen to her stories. She told us about her job and that she's now a policewoman. She loves her job so much. She also loves teasing her brother Neil. I can't help but smile at these two. I remember my older brother. I am so lucky to have him just as how lucky Neil is to have a sister like Miss Nadia. "Gold..." Neil called as I was about to leave their mansion. Kit, Kenneth and Ella went to the car first. Miss Nadia went back inside the mansion and continued what she was doing there. Now, Neil and I were left alone outside the gate.

Standing in front of me were my neighbors from across the hall. The face of Vera Morri, an old woman, twisted into a horrifying scowl as she planted her hands on her hips and shrieked. “You wretched girl! How dare you try to kill my precious grandson! Let me tell you something, if anything happens to him, I’ll kill you!”

Not until she realized it was booming from the next-door neighbor’s room did her racing heartbeat tempered down. It was a strident rock song, probably one from the 90s, the detestable type that made her want to scream at both the artist and the listener to shut the fuck up. Joel used to love those in his teenage years, a small voice reminded her, and she grabbed a pillow, tossing it at the window facing the neighbor's. “Take that! Loser.” She yelled, grateful that the music was loud enough to mute hers.

Resting my hand on his chest, I played with the button of his shirt, watching as Donna's eyes fixated on my hand. Insecure much or jealous much? Maybe both. "She's from London. Donna, this is Natasha, my uhm... consort. Natasha, this is Donna, my cousin." My brain malfunctioned, my body forgot to move. It was as if the pots, pans, and all utensils drooped on a kitchen floor in the middle of the night. Wait, what? His cousin?!

“Come, sit. We were just about to have dinner.” She gestured toward the table. “This is Aaron—my boyfriend.” She grinned mischievously. “Guess we already know that part, right?” A small, uneasy laugh escaped all three of them. “Babe,” Nadia continued, turning to Aaron, “this is Dianne—my best friend and my neighbor.” She beamed. “She lives next door.” Aaron smiled faintly. “Nice to officially meet you again… this way.” “Yeah,” Dianne replied. “Nice.”

Everything will be so boring. Even Nana that only spent some months with her, she felt this strong connection for something like sisterhood between them. Even though they started off from the wrong shoe, there's still something strong between the two and they can't deny it. They're more like sisters than sister in-law or friends. Naazwa is like the older sister she'll talk to without hesitation, not like how she hesitates when talking to Kaadira since she's much older than her.