Neighbourhood Novels & Stories

“This neighbourhood is very close. I’ve been here since I was born, and the other families here are very much like my own family.” Jai smiled. “Must be nice. It feels like you have a big family here.” Risa giggled genuinely. “Yes. It’s very nice.” They soon arrived at a house. It wasn’t very different from the other houses in the residential area. It had a name sign that both Jai and Darrion could not read as it was in different letters, but it had more potted plants from the other houses that looked refreshing to the eyes of those passing by the front lawn.

“The possibility of you getting hurt in your neighbourhood is higher than something going wrong with the pregnancy.” So he was serious. Was he really that rich that he couldn’t phantom the idea that some people can’t afford to live anywhere else than in rough neighbourhoods? Besides, my neighbourhood was one of a kind. My drug dealer neighbour came to my aid when I had fainted while Clara was with me. My other neighbour, who I was fairly certain worked as a prostitute, once helped me cover rent when I couldn’t. It was my first house, and I wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet. “I am not moving,” I said

I am the only student in the entire nation to achieve a perfect score for my SATs this year. My high school has only just posted the list of top scorers on their notice board when the neighborhood's HOA group chat explodes in awe. "Did someone from our neighborhood just get full marks for the SATs? We're already a prestigious neighborhood close to the best high schools in town, and this news will only drive our property values up even more! We might even be able to rent for 1,500 dollars per square foot soon!" "I bet it must be one of those kids from the huge mansions. They've been attending the most elite boarding school since they were young." The HOA vice president, Karen Myers, then p

I say. "Ok then. I guess I'll be on my way then." She gives one last lingering stare at Brandon's door before walking away. I felt bad for the woman, she definitely set her eyes on the wrong man. This grumpy-ass neighbor of mine didn't seem like someone who would be interested in her advances. Poor Rita. *******

It looked pretty vacant as well but the neighbours could just have been locked away inside their houses. "Do you have neighbours?" I ask falling in line next to him. "Yeah but they're old," he groans. A smile tugged at my lips and I trailed him up the driveway. The greyish coloured house did nothing to make the neighbourhood anymore appealing or livelier. The neighbourhood looked like something you'd see before there was a zombie apocalypse or something. Empty streets and no living person around except for Ossey and me. Ossey opened the door and entered and I followed. The inside of the house looked a lot more cheerful and colou

I want to start over as a new me, so I went to the province to My Aunt’s Ancestral House. I wasn’t really disappointed, Because the first time I set foot in Aunt Eli’s house was my cousin Mae’s face. She screamed like there’s no tomorrow, “ Cousin I miss you so much” Thank You for visiting us. I have many stories to tell you she said. My god I’m so excited you are in the right time because it’s our Barangay’s Fiesta. And has a lot of activities and games. And I’ll take you with me so you won’t get bored.

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.

I thought he was going to meet his woman? I parked Liam's car – one of my buddies – beside the convenience store and walked towards the location where Daddy's car was parked. Our village has two types of houses: the mansion type, like ours, and the townhouse type. The houses look alike, and in one compound, there are two houses facing each other. It's like having neighbors in pairs. I saw Dad enter a townhouse, number one four three. This information is enough. I immediately left the place and went back to my car. I can just hire someone to spy on them; it's easier than following Dad around.

She sighs when the key is finally brought to light. The roaring engine of a big truck that comes to a stop in front of the house next to Anna’s, draws her attention and as the body read ‘we make moving easier’, she knew someone was moving in next-door. It’s been six full months since she moved into this neighbor-hood and she still wasn’t fully familiar with the residents around. Most of the contacts she made, had been with teenagers and middle-aged moms.

Her eyes turned wide, seeing my face, and she looked away. “You didn’t tell me this house had neighbors.” “W-well, Mister Aiden, this is the only house that fits all your needs from two garages to more rooms and security. I’m sure you can overlook neighbors living in such a cozy home. And those are the Millers, I can introduce to them when we—”