New Neighbor Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath to steady myself before reaching out and pressing the doorbell. The chimes echoed faintly from within the house, and I waited with bated breath for a response. A female voice sounded through the intercom beside the door after a few moments that felt like an eternity. "Hello? Who is it?" the voice asked, seaming slightly suspicious. I cleared my throat and answered as formally and politely as I could manage. "Good evening! I'm your new neighbor – I just moved in next door today. Is the lady of the house available?"

“Wow, I look...” “More beautiful than you already were, and you look hot, even hotter than that new guy across from us,” “Guy?” I questioned. “Oh yeah, My bad...that sound from earlier was from furniture being pulled, couldn't see the face but his body was A1, we have a new neighbor” “Oh, aren't you going over to say hello?” I asked. “We, We are going to say hello,” she pulled me from the chair onto my feet. “Let's go,” she added.

Tyrell remarked and I couldn't help the heat that rose to my cheeks, it was normal for us to get a house, we were dating after all. From the corner of my eye, Cleo was rolling her eyes, and imitating a puking person until finally our neighbor arrived. "Hello, I'm Annette, but folks call me Ani, you just be our new neighbors, it's nice to meet you." She drew her hands out and shook us one by one. She was all smiles and bubbly, she looked to be in her late twenties. It seemed as though Tyrell was in no mood to be greeting neighbors as he was more focused on getting our things from the car.

Late spring brought unforeseen news that would put the family's adaptation to the test in a whole new way: their long-time neighbours, the elderly Hendersons, announced they were moving to an assisted living facility, leaving them thinking who would purchase the house next door and how new neighbours would affect their established patterns. "The Hendersons have been such amazing neighbours," Grace stated as she watched the moving truck loaded. "I hope whoever moves in next will be equally polite." "Will the new neighbours have kids?" Phoebe asked, quickly thinking about potential playmates.

Its been a whole week of silence and I was ready to end it. “Are you the new neighbor?” said T.K who just returned from work. “Yes I am.” replied the new neighbor whose voice rang a bell. I looked up and our eyes met. I was puzzled and began shivering all over. I got up and ran all the way to the bar. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. “Mother, Mother.” I was screaming while approaching the bar. She came out with a bottle of whisky, placed it on a customer’s table and stared at me in confusion. “Fetty what is it? Where are your younger ones? Hope all is well.” She said while shaking me all up. “They are all fine.” I said

My prison. If I return—no. Somehow, I can’t stomach the thought of returning after what he said. What he did. What if he bleeds out and…God. I shouldn’t care, but I know Jaxon. He’ll be distraught with me gone. He’ll hurt and when he finds me again, he’ll inflict more pain— Another honk and my neighbor peeks out the window of his sedan. “I have places to be at, Mrs. Hawke. If you would kindly move out of the way—"

The man’s forehead creased – but it didn’t even lessen his appeal. “I don’t eat something from a stranger.” He coldly replied. Leila couldn’t help but smile at him. “I’m your new neighbor. I’m Leila. Now, we’re not strangers anymore.” She swiftly introduced herself and pointed at her bungalow house before raising her hand for a handshake. The man just stared at her like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Then, his expression darkened. All of a sudden, Leila felt the hair at her nape stand up. Her smile turned sour as she put her hand down with her lips slightly pouted. But her optimistic side was getting out of her control. She instantly got one of the plastic c

They didn't sleep around or act crazy. When the neighbors found out what happened to me, they rallied together and organized a fundraiser for me. I didn't have to work three jobs anymore. I slowly learned that real safety didn't come from guns or locked doors. It came from people looking out for each other. In the new neighborhood, Draven made a lot of good friends. He grew brighter and more cheerful every day. The smile came back to his face. As he got better, so did I. What Rina did to us became a wake-up call, a reminder to always hold onto your values and not throw yourself into relationships with just anyone.

Some people are moving boxes inside the apartment, but quite a few boxes are still littered in the hallway. Someone has moved into this apartment. I walk towards my apartment, carefully avoiding the stuff in the hallway. I hope my new neighbors are not like the previous ones. Loud and problematic. Because God knows how much peace I need after my shifts at the hospital. "Oh, for fudge sake, why are these boxes in the middle of the apartment?!" An angry feminine voice comes from the apartment. Amused smile forms on my lips hearing the censored cursing. Shaking my head, still smiling, I take out my keys and unlock the door. Even before I can step inside, a loud c

Aunt Vivian took a long sip of her water, then glanced over at me with that too-casual look that always meant she was about to say something she knew I wouldn’t like. “Oh, and speaking of scenic men,” she started, setting her glass down with a deliberate clink, “there’s a new neighbor next door. Just moved in yesterday. Tall, dark hair, the kind of smile that makes women drop their groceries.” Naomi’s head popped up instantly. “Wait—what? A new neighbor? You didn’t tell me!” Aunt Vivian smirked. “Because you were too busy drowning in perfume and hair dye, sweetheart. But yes, he’s… let’s just say easy on the eyes. Delilah, you m