Neighbour Book Novels & Stories

"...stays in my house, there will still be someone to look after your workers. And someone to check if they did the renovation properly or if there's anything missing." To be honest, everything Aiden said was true. All of his suggestions would benefit us in our house renovation, but staying in his house was completely wrong! Yesterday, our neighbor's house caught fire, and since our houses are so close, the flames reached half of our house by the time we arrived! Arden held my hand and let out a sigh. "Babe, Aiden is right. Let's just stay at his house." I sighed. What else could I do? When I looked at Aiden, who was standing right in front of us, it seemed like he was about to burst with jo

Maya’s words faded away at busy. “Hmm. Forgiven,” Abby states. “But don’t you dare make it a habit.” “No. I won’t,” Maya chuckles. “Fine. Tell me. How’s your new neighborhood? Met anyone yet?” “No. But hey. There’s something…” “What?” Abby grows curious. “Liam. He’s my neighbor.” “Liam who?” “Parker.” Abby doesn’t get it. Then… “Wait! Liam Parker? You mean, your classmate? That weirdo?” she exclaimed in a shrill voice.

My mouth filled with water, thinking when I noticed the bulge in his shorts. A terrible heat took over my body, and even though I wanted to avoid it by taking a cold shower, I could not. It was stronger than me. When I realized, there I was, once again touching myself and thinking about my hot neighbor. But none of this topped the way he treated me after saving me. I never thought that my pimp neighbor, who throws parties and fills his house with women, would be so helpful that he would not even allow me to get an ice pack to make a lousy compress.

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

I could even choose the tattoo I want today. I pushed the door open. A little bell chimed above my head as I stepped inside. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and ink. My heart raced. I turned around after closing the door, and that’s when I saw him. My neighbor. Yes, my hot next door neighbor. Walking toward me with an apron tied low around his waist. His hair, always falling lazily to the sides of his face, caught the light. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up, exposing his arms covered in tattoos that looked both dangerous and beautiful.

A man in black walked out from the house opposite mine and collected the car keys from Axell. “Welcome, sir. I will take the car inside” He got into the car and drove into the apartment opposite mine. Okay, what the fuck is going on? “I guess we are neighbors, Miss Avery. Feels good, right?”

My face, as straight as my spine. Uncle Niall placed the book back; his fingers ran across several books before clinging onto a red one—one that stood amidst the black books like it was lost—pulling it out. His eyes fixed on the dull white pages of the book. “Unfamiliar or threatening?” The flutters of the paper punctuated the lingering tension in the office. “What’s unfamiliar about my face?” He flashed a hideous, malicious, and demonic smile.

He nodded his little head in response as he immediately did what I said. After making sure he won't be found, I went ahead to look around the shelves, picking up the books and glancing through the pages, the smell of books was just calming. I got teary all of a sudden, tears threatened to fall and I blinked rapidly, trying to push it back. I picked a book by Ben Okri, I wasn't sure I read it cause the title sounded strange. "The famished road," I read out loud A soft continuous knock on the door caught my attention, I raised my head up, looking away from the book to the door. I opened it to find my other two nephews.

The muffled hum of the city outside, the faint creak of the lobby floor beneath our shoes, even the soft hiss of the elevator closing, it all disappeared. “Morning,” he said. His voice was calm, easy, carrying that familiar warmth that made my chest tighten without warning. “Morning,” I replied, trying to steady my breath as I adjusted my scarf. My hands were cold, my heart inexplicably fast, and I had to remind myself that we were just neighbors. Nothing more. Nothing complicated even though my mind refused to listen. “You’re up early,” he said with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Somewhat,” I admitted. “You too, I suppose.”

I know the 'feminist' brigade might mock me for my 'homely' life style but it suits me just fine. I guess my life would have continued in the very safe vein but for a chance encounter with my neighbour, one day last month. Her name is Anne and she and her husband Dave, have been our neighbours for a little over a year now. We have always got on just fine, chatting over the fence etc but have never really got to know each other well. Some of the neighbours seem to be somewhat unfriendly towards them which I put down to their being black in a very white neighbourhood. As far as I am concerned a person's colour is totally irrelevant. If I like someone; great! If I don't; then so be it!