Neighbors Stories Novels & Stories

While Max gave Henry his curious stare. Andrew, who could guess where this might lead, rolled his eyes and leaned back to the sofa. Henry threw a sharp stare at Andrew as if challenging him to tell his side of the story first before Henry spilled his secret. When Andrew said nothing, Henry smiled slyly. ‘You’re going to regret it.’ He told Andrew that with his wicked gaze. Henry cleared his throat as if he was stating something important. “Have you ever heard of the term neighbor?” He continued after Evan and Max’ furrow became deeper. “Apparently, it’s a new term for a secret relationship.”

I hadn't told him where I was going, hadn't told anyone outside Leo, Jack, and Matthew, and none of them had a single reason to talk to a man I barely knew existed a week ago. I ran through the logistics of it anyway, some frantic, disbelieving part of my brain trying to force the pieces into a shape that made sense. Helsinki wasn't exactly a tourist hub someone stumbled into by accident. It wasn't on the way to anywhere. Nobody just happened to end up in this specific building, on this specific floor, stepping into this specific elevator, at exactly the moment I did. Unless he'd known. Unless this had never been a coincidence at all. But we weren't close. Four years of living four doors apa

I breathed, maybe a little too loud, because he heard me. His head tilted slightly in curiosity. "Oh, hey. You must be new to 5A?" "No, no, just visiting," Dad answered, patting my shoulder. "But my daughter will be working for the Walkers." Archie grinned. "Guess that makes us neighbors, then. I live next door." "Great," I squeaked, my voice way too high-pitched.

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.

As expected, it was not easy to run into their neighbor. Jaybie stared at the door for some time before looking away. Lune seemed to think of something. “Mom, Aunt Lindy told us that there might be a story behind our building block since there aren’t many residents living here. What story is that?” Sonnet was speechless. She could not tell the children that it was a ghost story. She came up with an answer. “Oh, Aunt Lindy probably meant that there was some reason why there aren’t many residents living here.”

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

I see Justin walking past us to where his friends are. - Would you mind if we left? - I press my lips together in fear of his reaction. I can no longer stay in the same environment as my neighbor. I feel how my body is reacting to his presence. - Have I done something wrong? - he frowns. - No, not at all. I am just not feeling very well. - I lie. - Oh, sure. We can go. I'll just ask for the check first. - He nods to the waiter, who soon comes up to us.

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!

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.