Neighbour Book Novels & Stories

Your mom was my neighbour, and she was nice to me. I swallowed hard. 'I'm sorry for the way I left. I wish I had a better excuse, but I was trying to do what I thought was right at that time. I didn't know how to ask for help and I was too afraid to drag Yoo-Mi down with me. I know leaving the way I did was wrong and I promise you I'll never do that to her again."

As I look across the room, a smile creeps across my face. I'm still amazed that I live in such a pricey property in Alabang's most renowned neighborhood. Never in my wildest thoughts could I imagine myself walking through such a place, let alone living here. Fortunately, Rachel, an old college friend, introduced me to Romina Martinez and suggested that I apply for the nanny post she had open.

Dinda said with a long look at Gaia which was immediately greeted by Mona's nod, making Dinda squeal with delight and hug her niece. "Auntie's niece is so beautiful, you'll have to stay at my house later. I'm looking here now, not abroad," Dinda said, making Gaia's eyes light up when she heard the word abroad. "Wow, overseas, auntie. Can you tell me how nice it is to live there? I really want to play in the snow, it's so cute when I see it on television." Gaia's exclamation made Dinda laugh and ruffle the little girl's hair.

Like you. Your sister, Zee. I glanced up from the letter and stared at the old church at a distance. I was at the address that she had left for me. The neighbourhood was quiet and looked almost abandoned. I lived in a block where there were children everywhere, old people jogging, parents yelling and pets barking and mewing. But this place was straight out of a haunted movie. I rubbed the corner of my eyes, feeling them moist. I had to stop reading this letter, for fuck’s sake.

Brandon. "Ev! Ev! Everett!! Can you fucking stop talking for just a minute there?" I yelled. Thinking talking to Everett would be a consolation for my bad morning was an even worse idea than I expected. "Okay, jeez Brandon. The weather in Finland must be rubbing in on your sour attitude more than anticipated." “Can you just shut up?" He makes a zipping motion with his hands, throwing the invisible key away. "Thank you." “So can you remind me why you even tried to arrest your new neighbor?" He asked for the umpteenth time.

But protection has a cost it makes me more visible. At Keenan’s bookstore, it’s the same thing. People hang around longer. Neighbors stop by just to chat. It feels normal on the surface but I see the way people scan the street before coming in. The way Keenan watches the door when someone unfamiliar browses too long in one section. “You don’t have to babysit me,” I tell him once. He looks at me and doesn’t joke this time. “I’m not babysitting I’m making sure nothing happens on my watch.”

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

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?”

Samuel kisses the side of his head, then smiles at him, "I am so proud of you, buddy." "Who is he?" Max stares at Samuel, who is busy talking with Justin. "He is our neighbor," I answer him trying to sound nonchalant. "Neighbor, huh?" Max arches an eyebrow at me, but I don't respond to him, keeping my face free of every expression. "Look, momsis, Samuel came to my game." Justin looks at me with a smile, but I can't bring myself to return his smile. Whenever I see them, there is a twinge of pain inside my chest. It is my fault that he got so much involved in our lives, and now I can't bring myself to cut him from Justin's life.

Neerah The smell of books really calms my mind these days. And today, it is not just any book that I am reading. I am going to read the book titled ‘Soulful bond’ by a writer who calls himself ‘Gee Wolf’ I am finally going to find out if I can explain the first two days I spent at the pack house. Every one of the teachers I asked in school said that this book is like the textbook to every tiny explanation you need about werewolf connections. Their connection with their mates, their wolves, their pack members…