Neighbour Book Novels & Stories

No one had heard from him since. She thought about the book; Nicole's curiosity got the better of her. She rummaged through her bag, searching for the book, and finally, her fingers closed around it. She pulled it out, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. The cover was simple, with just the title, "Eternal Devotion," embossed on the front. Nicole ran her fingers over the cover, feeling a sense of connection to Gage. She opened the book, and the pages crackled as she turned to the author note.

“What? Do you actually think you lost out? “You’ve met these ladies. You’re clearly out of their league. “The idea of this whole thing started because they couldn’t leave the place. “If you can’t cut it, quit now.” The residents couldn’t leave the place. It sank in right there and then how things didn’t add up in the neighborhood. I had never come across male residents around the area, nor were the residents ever seen leaving the neighborhood. I suspected they were trapped in the community. Emmy read my mind.

“Nonsense! Why would there be any surveillance in the smoking area?” Just as I was about to say there actually was, Ivy rubbed her eyes and cried out, “Mr. Shane, it’s not Ms. Hill’s fault. It’s all my fault for living next door to you. It led to Ms. Hill misunderstanding us. “Could you plead with Ms. Hill for me? She resents me and can bully me however she wants, but she can’t deliberately harm the child in my womb!” Julian’s eyes widened. “Clara, you’d harm an unborn baby? The child is innocent!”

She even had the nerve to appeal to our neighborly relationship for mercy. Harold had abandoned every shred of the bravado he'd displayed in front of Alpha. Head bowed, shoulders hunched, he pleaded in a humiliated voice that this was all just a terrible misunderstanding. He told me we were neighbors, after all — we'd be seeing each other every day. No need to make things ugly. I watched their shabby performance with complete indifference. When they saw I wasn't going to let it go, Daisy changed tactics. She tried to play the victim card, hoping to win sympathy from the crowd.

Jai was sleeping soundly with Adira in his arms. I nodded, smiling at Ambien, "Yup," "My neighbor." ------------------------------------------------------------- A/N THAT'S IT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE NEIGHBOR IS OFFICIALLY FINISHED I really hope you guys enjoyed this book I sincerely thank every single one of you who even took a chance to read it, whether it was the entire thing or just a chapter, it still means a lot to me 😭😭 It took me a while to finish it clearly 😂

Jacob knew this woman well, his next-door neighbour, otherwise known to him as 'that hot MILF next door'. "No? I see." She continued, taking Jacob's stunned silence as a response, "Well... Hi, I'm Mrs Harper. I'm your neighbour from next door. But I guess you already recognised me." Jacob stood awkwardly, unable to speak while his mind internally screamed to start working. "I promised your mother that I'd return this book. Do you mind if I come in?" Mrs Harper chuckled awkwardly as she waved a book at Jacob. "Yes!" Jacob exclaimed in agreement, albeit louder than he expected to, "Yes... Yeah, I know you, Hi"

But he's not giving up on Zeenah that easily, he'll come back for her when the time is right. * Zeenah was sitting outside the large courtyard of her uncle's house. A book in one hand and a cup of cold hibiscus drink in the other hand. She was reading a book titled, 'Man, what makes him a fool' by Abu Mazeedah. It's an amazing read she won't hesitate to recommend to anyone. Her phone which was laying on her body rang and Zeenah felt like ignoring the call and proceeding with her reading. But then she picked up the call and noticed it was a new number.

The shop is crowded with the lunch rush, but Natasha manages to secure us a corner table with the kind of effortless authority that suggests she's used to getting what she wants. "So," she says once we're seated with our drinks, "you're the neighbor." "I'm the neighbor." "Rain's mentioned you." Natasha's tone is casual, but I catch the way she studies my reaction. "Said you were very... friendly." "We were neighbors. That's all." "Of course. But sometimes being neighbors can lead to... misunderstandings. About boundaries." I take a sip of my coffee, trying to figure out where this conversation is going. "I'm not sure what you mean."