Neighbourhood Novels & Stories

She choose to ignore this also trying to believe that this was the persons first time in a public space and that the person was just nervous. By the time she heard the numerous dinging of the notification bell from her neighbours phone she had had enough. Slamming her book shut, she glanced up at the stranger. A sweet bitter smile on her face. "Don't you think you should put that out." she said through her tight teeth. The boy in front of her looked up from his phone, his face brightening as he sees her face. "I didn't expect to see you here." he said smiling widely at her. She frowned at him.

Streetlights with burnt-out bulbs that nobody had replaced because no one with the authority to do so cared about this part of the city. Mrs Harlow had lived in this part of the city her whole life—the Adisa district. It was mainly filled with working-class people who were honest and kind. This was the kind of neighbourhood where people left their doors unlocked because the only things worth stealing were already shared. She'd refused to move, even after I'd offered to buy her a place in a better area. "My neighbours know me," she'd said, swatting the suggestion away with her wooden spoon. "I'm not leaving people who know me to go live among people who don't."

I had to ask, because it felt like my eyes were deceiving me. She chuckled. “Yes it is, but the good side of Netherand. Welcome to the Suburbs, where the middle class and upper live,” I blinked, taking it all in. As I had suspected, this was probably where Andrew and Danny resided. Our mansion is probably the closest to the Suburbs, which explains why our neighborhood isn’t as rowdy as when we come into town. The difference was startling and the contrast was striking. Too far apart like north and south poles.

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

The next morning, as Trent stood in front of the kitchen window drinking his coffee, he debated whether or not to close the blinds. He looked across the yard towards his neighbor’s house. It appeared empty. With a small shrug, he decided to keep the blinds as they were. She had probably got bored of watching him at that point. He was something new. Trent understood that, just as he knew he wasn’t the most exciting person.

The last time she had come here with Aiden was to break the terrible news to them and she had not been in the best frame of mind to answer their questions as she had just been trying to accept the fact that her sister had been murdered and would never be returning home ever again. She rang the door bell again and stood, waiting. The neighbour hood was really quiet and looked empty and lonely but Tia knew that people were around, they were just in their houses and did not want to bother with any one outside of their personal concern. Tia wondered what kind of neighbourhood this was. It was indeed secretive and suspicious, like the kind of

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"So. Renato." "It's complicated." "That's not an explanation, Felix." "It's complicated," I repeated, dragging a hand through my hair. "We're —, I don't know what we are. Neighbors. Something more than neighbors. It happened by accident, and now it's just happening, and I genuinely don't understand it myself, so forgive me if I can't give you a TED talk on it." Jack studied me for a long moment, then rolled his eyes so hard I was fairly certain I heard something click. "Fine. But you're explaining it to Leo yourself. I am not doing that phone call for you."

For once, neither of us rushed inside. “Goodnight, jealous neighbour,” he said. I narrowed my eyes. “Goodnight, delusional neighbour.” He smiled and disappeared into his apartment. I went into mine and shut the door. Three seconds later, there were three knocks against the wall. Knock. Knock. Knock. I stared at it. Then smiled despite myself. And knocked three times back.

And why did it feel like she’d just brushed against something dangerous enough to destroy her? She unlocked her apartment with trembling fingers and stepped inside, leaning back against the door once it shut. Her chest rose and fell too fast as she tried to steady herself. This was ridiculous. He was just a neighbor. A rich, arrogant neighbor with an unsettling presence. Nothing more. Yet, even as she told herself that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had already been noticed in a way she couldn’t undo. Next door, Caeldrin Blackwood stood in silence as the door clicked shut behind him.

Sheila said with a smile, “Grandma May, you’re too kind. It was nothing. Neighbors are the best people to ask when it comes to home renovations. We are all happy to share our experience. “Alex, I don’t think you’ve joined the WhatsApp group for Westbrooke Gardens residents. I’ll add you to the group later. You can always ask the community. Everybody is happy to show you the ropes.” Alex replied, “Add me later. I’m not in the group yet.”