New Neighbor Novels & Stories

please don't call it stalking" . "And now what?" She's done with the bedsheets I could tell as she was looking through her windows again, but she can't see me now cause I was looking from behind. I watched as she flips the cotton close and the noise from shutting the door. "Phew!! That was fun!!" I sighed " I think I kinda love the new neighbors " And this time I can really feel the grin on my face.

"I'm so sorry. When did this happen? How did this happen? Are you okay? What can I do? I'm so sad for you but I'm so mad at you! Why didn't you tell me? "Come in." I smile. "Have breakfast with me and I'll tell you everything." **** "I'm so sorry." Nate says with sympathy-filled eyes after I tell him everything. I just nod and smile, sipping my coffee. Relief washes through me when he changes the subject. This was starting to get awkward. "I looked into your new neighbours." He says. "Just like you asked. And I found something." "What is it?" I sit up in alarm.

I breathed, maybe a little too loud, because he heard me. His head tilted slightly in curiosity. "Oh, hey. You must be new to 5A?" "No, no, just visiting," Dad answered, patting my shoulder. "But my daughter will be working for the Walkers." Archie grinned. "Guess that makes us neighbors, then. I live next door." "Great," I squeaked, my voice way too high-pitched.

he said to me, and I nodded in agreement. He moved even closer to me, and I could feel the warmth of his body. I couldn't help but smile in that moment, and I looked up to see his face just as the spotlight shifted away from us. Wrong timing! "My name is Kent, and I'm your neighbor," I heard his name, but I couldn't understand his last words due to the loud music. I simply nodded so he wouldn't notice that I was getting lost in my own thoughts again.

Monica’s comment gnawed at me all day and I couldn’t think about anything else. I knew I must wake up to reality. By the time I came back from work, I was duly exhausted, I slept off on the sofa when I heard a knock unexpectedly. I got up reluctantly to open the door, I saw an unfamiliar face, smiles all over, she greeted warmly as if we’ve each other for ages. “I’m your new neighbor, I came in last night, so I decided to introduce myself. My name is Martina, a widow with two teenagers, a boy of 16years and the girl is 14years old.” “You are much welcome Mrs. Martina, I’m called Jennifer, still single but not searching.” She laughed and said. “Wow! Good to kno

Time to meet our neighbors. Our footsteps plopped through the hard pavement as we walked away from our house. Mom and Caroline were yapping about what our new neighbors would be like and blah blah while I just tuned them out. What's so special about new neighbors anyway? They're just people moving into town, not some celebrity!

It wasn't just a feeling though, it was a fact. I earnestly looked forward to our next meeting, but it never came, or at least not as I had expected. However, two weeks after our first encounter, Ms. Ellen appeared at my parents doorstep with a jar of cookies, and a wide smile, introducing herself as our next door neighbour. And then I knew the world was playing tricks on me.

From the moment, I enter Aunt Eli’s house. My every move was already looked over by my cousin’s Mae. Why did you took so long in Greg’s house? My cousin’s asked? I smiled at him. “oh my god Kel’s. did you to do it? I nodded as I answered her, stop shouting Aunt might hear us, I said. Is that a new beginning? I smiled , I think so. I hope this will be the Last “ I said” and went t my room.

He had no idea what had happened outside—or why the sight of George had shaken her so much. Ethan closed the door behind Mira and led her into the living room. "You look like you've been running," he said with a chuckle. "I kind of was," Mira replied, trying to sound casual. She glanced around before looking back at him. "Hey... do you know anything about the new neighbors who just moved into Crescent Avenue?" Ethan frowned. "New neighbors?" "The family that moved into the house down the street. A mum, a son, and a little girl."

As they peered through their windows, some of the neighbors bounced on their toes and craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the new residents. Excitement built as rumors spread among the neighbors. "It looks like someone has finally bought that house!" they whisper to each other. One of the neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Bansal, a couple in their mid-50s, can't contain their curiosity any longer and decide to go meet the new family. They walk through the gate and find the owner of the new house instructing the movers on where to place the furniture. Mr. Bansal greets the owner cheerfully, saying "Good morning".