Neighbors Stories Novels & Stories

“There’s many of us who wouldn’t disagree.” Adrienne rolled her eyes and groaned. She wanted to tell her friends about her new next-door neighbor. But after hearing how obsessed they were with him, she decided not to inform them. At least not yet. She knew the minute she told them, they would have a stakeout in her apartment. Not that she minded having them over. She didn’t want Justin Adams to realize that his neighbor and her friends watched him in his own private refuge like he was a goldfish in a fish tank.

"You are never going to tell me about the neighbor nextdoor, right? Don't think I don't have my eyes on you, kid." Believe me I didn't see that coming. I felt warmness creep up my cheeks as it always did whenever thought of Emem crossed my mind. Noticing the intent gaze my mother was giving me, I covered it up. "By the neighbor nextdoor you mean the slim dark girl?" I pretended not to understand, "what happened to her and why should I tell you about her? She's your neighbor too. You could just walk up there and do the enquiries." "Don't act like you have no idea what I'm talking about." She said.

I would look through the peephole but I'm too short to reach. I pull the door open to find five people on my porch. "Hello. My name is Becca," a short, dark haired woman speaks. She is just beautiful. "This is my husband, Scott and our children. Lisa, Matthew and Brandon. We are the Keaths across the street. It is very nice to meet you. We just came over here to welcome you to the neighbourhood. It is really nice to see a ne--- Damnit, Becca. Your scaring her." Becca speaks but Scott cuts her off. I try not to laugh at the cute little scene. "Would you guys like to come in." I ask politely. They all nod and I move out of the way. I close the door once they are all in and walk them over to th

"I'm not. I wanted to know you were safe. Brian is still taken care of. They can still stay at my house if they want to. They chose not to." "Because of me." "Stop with the pity party. They're big boys. Leaving you on the side of the road was not an option." "Why? You don't even know me." "I know of you." "What?" "Jack and I are in the same fraternity. I've seen you around campus with him. I've also seen him around campus with Rory. Everyone in the house knows which one of you is which and what he's doing. It's not my style and it pisses me off. So no, I don't know you, but I know enough about your relationship with Jack to know you deserve better."

Chapter 1:Michael dreamed of a date with Lucy Clayton Michael's 'troubles' began when Miss Calvin moved in next door. Michael's father had died several years earlier, and Michael lived with his mother in a quiet suburban neighbourhood. The house next door had been empty for several months and it did not take too long for Michael's mother to volunteer him for the task of tidying up Miss Calvin's back yard.

I had a new roommate. Strange noises always came from his room at night. Plus, there was always a strong foul stench, even on him. Every time he walked past me, I needed to cover my nose. I always thought that he often brought his girlfriend home to have fun all night long, but I never once saw his girlfriend. The noises irked me to no end. Even putting on noise-cancelling earphones did not help. Did he bring his girlfriend home again this time?

Her once-rounded belly had shrunk, and her eyes hollowed with sickly pallor. Suddenly, I remembered that long-lost Ragdoll cat. “What are you here for? “Julian must have told you. The apartment next door that he gave you was purchased with marital assets. It’s now been awarded to me. “You have no right to stay there anymore.” Ivy’s eyes no longer held their former superiority or defiance. She knelt before me and pleaded. “Clara, please don’t misunderstand! I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m here begging for help!

Third person's POV The following morning, Connor decides that he is going to meet the new neighbor. He is curious about the new neighbor, who only knows the older couple. And the older aunt used to give him cookies and sweets. He hopes his new neighbor is also as friendly. He sneaks out while his mom is still sleeping. He knows she does not sleep much during the week as she always works late, so he leaves her to sleep late on Sundays. Conner knocks on the door and remembers his mother telling him not to talk to strangers. Perhaps he should turn around. What if the neighbor is a serial killer? He did not think about it.

He's a stranger to me, even if you say he's our neighbor. I kept on sobbing when I heard someone open the sliding doors to my balcony. I quickly lifted my head and saw his feet. It's a guy! And I don't know who he is! I immediately stood up and wiped my tears harshly. My heart was beating so fast because I didn't even know what this guy was up to until I saw his face... it's Kent! What is he doing here? He approached me and wiped away my tears with his thumb. I quickly tapped his hand.

He was observant enough to notice something funny about me. “Birthday yesterday? You mean Nex? Single mom with different-colored eyes?” I became puzzled by the question asked. “You know Nex?” “We’re neighbors. Right next door to each other,” he answered. “If she has a friend like you with her, I guess it will help make things easy on her.” “What do you mean by that?”