New Neighbor Novels & Stories

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.

Carol’s POV After a few blinks, the color fades. I must just be dizzy, I think. It had been a long day. He looks shocked, but his expression quickly shifts into a smile. God, that smile. He takes in a deep breath and leans against the doorway. “Hi,” he says. His voice is deep and soft. “I’m your new neighbor. I was going to bring some wine over to introduce myself, but I missed my chance.“ I finally snap out of my stupor and manage a smile. “Well, we can pretend this didn’t happen if that means you’ll bring me wine.“

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".

"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.