Neighbourhood Novels & Stories

He gave her a keen look and said "If it's any assurance, you look beautiful and you're going to do good". The smile Lorraine sent back was ethereal and he turned his attention back on the road and concentrated on his driving. A few moments later, the driver cornered around the block into a different neighbourhood. From the houses on the street, Lorraine could see the resemblance to Eden. It was an upscale neighbourhood with spaced mansions, evergreen trees on either side of the sidewalks with its police force and a crime watch co-op.

Building anything there would be great because of the view and closeness of the city center. It’s perfect, but it’s also highly problematic and that’s why no one has ever tried to control that area. The neighborhood is very peaceful, quiet, and old, and everyone knows everyone there. Trying to send someone to spy on Adriano and his men would be complicated—although not impossible—and he’s making his moves right from his territory. He’s only crossed over a little bit so far, but I’m sure he’s going to expand.

The neighbourhood at this hour was quiet, lived-in, the lights in the upper windows of the buildings indicating the specific presence of people in their actual lives. He looked at it and thought about the difference between this and the penthouse block. The penthouse block was all glass and steel and doormen and the particular silence of money. This block was older, warmer, the kind of place where people knew their neighbours' names and left notes for each other and walked their dogs at midnight. Not that one was better. Just that both were real, and the realness was different, and both kinds of realness mattered.

“I enjoy living in the wooded neighborhood. We have a few different neighborhoods in this village. I live in the North neighborhood with Bernard, Anna, and other vampire villagers.” Carter and Nate live in the East neighborhood, also with other vampire villagers. Then we have the South neighborhood where most of the humans live. We find them to feel more comfortable if they stick together, so we gave them a section of the village for themselves to do whatever they want when they aren’t working,” Joseph continued explaining. “Is there a West and South neighborhood?” I asked, raising my brows. He nodded.

EMMA’S POV I draw the curtain open and let the morning lights seep into the room. The neighborhood is called Willowmere—a place that sounds like it belongs to a postcard or a childhood book, and that feels intentional enough to be safe. It sits far from everything I used to know, far from the usual streets and names that echo too loudly. Outside my window, life is happening quietly. A grey-haired man walks his dog with unhurried patience, a petite woman waters potted plants on her balcony. Two teenagers stroll past, laughing softly, their backpacks hanging loose like the world is yet to be against them.

"I made this my place to come whenever I needed some peace and wanted to clear my mind." Grabbing my hand, he takes me towards the wooden deck that leads to the small lake surrounded by wild bushes. Thankfully, I am wearing full- sleeves; otherwise, I would have been a big target of mosquitoes as I can already picture monster-sized mosquitoes hiding in these bushes. Since this place is hidden in the back of some old neighborhood, this place looks unkempt. However, the quietness which surrounds this place is something that instantly gives you a sense of peace. "It just feels so..." Shaking my head; I try to find the right word to define this place and the feeling which I am experiencing just

Blanche nods with a small smile. Truth be told, I do not have to see the inside to know that I love it. The outside is just so beautiful. I bet the inside is just as stunning. "Let's go in." She says and we head to the door. While she was struggling to get the door open, I took the time to look around the neighbourhood. All the houses are very beautiful and well taken care of. The grass patches are all neatly trimmed with flowers and little plants on the sides. The different browns all clash and form a serene feeling over the whole neighbourhood.

- I scold myself for never remembering to buy useful medicine to leave at home. I hurry out of the house, usually taking the stairs because I am afraid of elevators. I always imagine that the thing will crash with me inside and I will be desperate in there, but under the circumstances I will have to take the elevator, there is no other way. I push the button and wait, tapping my foot on the floor impatiently. - Come on, damn it! - I complain to the metal box in front of me. Finally the doors open and I get in, just as I was about to close, I hear Nando's voice, my neighbor, screaming.

She said while sobbing. Oh, No !! She would live here! In my building? " Here?? In this building? Which floor? " " Fourth! " Shit!! She is on 4 th floor too?? That means, she was my new next-door neighbour. " Oh, No!!! " " What happened?? " " Nothing! " I said picking up my bike and parking it again safely. " Where do you live?" She asked. " Never mind!! " " But then, how will I return your money?? "

"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.