Neighbour Book Novels & Stories

Lesley's face turned red, and she mumbled, "I... I thought you were Joe. I forgot we switched seats." Her voice grew so soft it was almost inaudible. Thinking about it, I realized she must have mistakenly thought I was Joe, given the position we were in before the switch. That explanation made my earlier thoughts seem much less exciting. I had imagined something more intense happening during this late-night movie with my neighbor's pretty wife. "You and Joe really seem to enjoy pushing boundaries," I said, teasing her. It seemed like she was trying to spice up her love life with Joe by doing such a thing in my presence.

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."

"A good neighbor is a present help. If you let my son use this place as his playroom, wouldn't he be just like your grandson? "With the addition of a grandson, you'll have more support later in life. You old fool, how can you not understand this?" I raised the knife and swung it once through the air. "If you don't leave right now, believe me, I'll chop you to pieces." Shirley stepped backward again and again until she finally retreated outside. I slammed the door shut. Her shrill, annoying voice was finally cut off. I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons.

I was getting more and more attracted to her. What was happening to me? I could not sleep so I thought of reading some book. I had liked two out of her seven completed books and had liked both of them. I opened the app and started reading the new book by the writer and read a few chapters of it. Oh, God!! The male protagonist was absolutely like me, in physical appearance and qualifications. And what surprised me the most was that the female protagonist was also exactly like my clumsy neighbour. They even met the way we met...

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

Even though I was banned but he had forgotten that I borrowed a book from the library weeks ago which happened to be the darkest one called The Black Cults because I was eager to know how the black cults kill the Viper in that book. The second weird person my life is entangled with is one of our neighbors whose a Voodoo man. He never wears a good clothes and his dressing becomes unbecoming to me anytime I see him. His detached house is rightly opposite to ours so I have chance to satisfy my curiosity by going there. My mom would never allow me to do so but I don't give up easily.

Instead, they're mysterious paintings I've never seen before, undoubtedly worth a lot of fortune. Curiosity tugs at me, urging me to explore further. I step into Andrey's study, where the shelves are lined with thousands of books. It's his sanctuary, his private space, but he's never forbidden me from entering. So, I venture deeper into the room, running my fingers along the spines of the books. One book in particular catches my eye - a volume about Nebraska. My heart sinks at the sight of it, memories flooding back from a time I'd rather forget. The mere thought of Omaha fills me with a mix of embarrassment and resentment, a reminder of a past I'd rather leave behind.

I smiled at him and went on writing. I'm really grateful that he's here with me today. I'd probably go crazy staring at the four walls of this small retail store. This place is just a few meters away from home, and there's not much crimes in Georgebury – which is probably why Papa let me take over. The houses here are almost half a kilometer away from each other, and I wholeheartedly wish to have more neighbors. "Did you read the last book I gave you?" My best friend asked.

------------------------------------------------- So first order of business The Guy Next Door is a book on w*****d written by Nylla Camphry. It was the first book I read on w*****d and I recommend you read it if you're old enough. Now sure you're all thinking that the book seems boring with no action and that it doesn't seem like Tara even loves Jeremy. It's almost like Jeremy disappeared and so did school but don't worry. Just a hint, action will happen, people will dies and others will be kidnapped. That is all I can say. I'm wicked so I'll leave you all in suspense.

"The book waiting for life to catch up." "Or life offering something the book needs." "Both directions." She paused. "I didn't plan it." "The best things don't get planned." He paused. "What does the neighbor's second scene need." "The neighbor has to say something true that the protagonist didn't know she needed to hear." She held her knees. "I don't know what it is yet." "Because you haven't been in the room with Victoria yet." "Because some confirmations haven't happened yet." She looked at him. "The book knows."