Next To Never Novels & Stories

“You are different. Wanna know why?” ‘Mmhmm?’ “You are fated to us” I chuckle. Being fated to you guys has my healing neck scarred, had me scared out of my mind and has my heart pounding desperately when you are not close. “Care to tell us what we are doing here? We’d go to the edge of the world with you but why are we heading to Viola’s apartment?” Neo asks. ‘I want to say hi’ “It’s almost midnight, princess. You should be home, resting, reading your books or whatever”

Lesley's face turned red, and she mumbled, "I... I thought you were Joe. I forgot we switched seats." Her voice grew so soft it was almost inaudible. Thinking about it, I realized she must have mistakenly thought I was Joe, given the position we were in before the switch. That explanation made my earlier thoughts seem much less exciting. I had imagined something more intense happening during this late-night movie with my neighbor's pretty wife. "You and Joe really seem to enjoy pushing boundaries," I said, teasing her. It seemed like she was trying to spice up her love life with Joe by doing such a thing in my presence.

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

Jules asked quietly. “On Ridgemont.” “Ridgemont?” I was pretty familiar with most of the streets around campus thanks to three years of partying there. I’d never heard of Ridgemont. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to look it up. “No phones at the table,” Ken said sharply. I shoved it back into my pocket and drew in a deep breath. This wasn’t happening. I had to spend my senior year of college sharing an apartment with my uber-nerd stepbrother? No fucking way.

To get to know my next door neighbor, Stephen Hosea Moore, a man possibly hotter than the sun, and shyer than an otter. How would that work out? I try not to stand too close to the window, in case he was there, I wish he was there, however deranged that sounds, wanting my neighbor to watch me twenty four seven. It is quite unfair that he can see me and I can only guess what he was up to. When I told Lara, he and I were supposed to drink this weekend, she said to make moves before then, so it will be easier, we don’t know if alcohol makes him clam up.

The plane was on the way, ready to land in Preuton. It was a seaside city I'd always longed for but never been to. It was a place with no Monica, no Gurney, and no suffocating gossips. Through the wide cabin window, the plane sliced through the clouds, and suddenly, I remembered that night from six years ago. Monica stood downstairs at my apartment, soaked to the bone in the torrential rain as she confessed to me.

I ignore her, crouching down, my fingers still dug in my hair as I bawl my eyes out. “Did something happen to Adrian? He moved out quickly last night,” the neighbor says again. This time her voice is softer. She sounds concerned. If only she knew I can’t form words; neither do I want to. Song I listened to while writing: Next To Me (Jordan Rodrigues)

The next morning, as Trent stood in front of the kitchen window drinking his coffee, he debated whether or not to close the blinds. He looked across the yard towards his neighbor’s house. It appeared empty. With a small shrug, he decided to keep the blinds as they were. She had probably got bored of watching him at that point. He was something new. Trent understood that, just as he knew he wasn’t the most exciting person.

I said politely. Heidi seemed to have warmed up to Neriah, as she waved her over. I sat beside Neri, while she sat beside Heidi. They both smiled and talked to one another. Christine even joined in the conversation. Meanwhile, Jemisha was looking like she could snap Neriah’s neck. She really doesn’t want Neriah to have any social connections. “Neriah, a little birdie told me that your room is right beside Prince Ambrose’s room. Is that true?”

She winks . We reach the place , it didn't seem that big . There was a gas station , a few drug stores and 2 joined clubs lit up by neon lights . I could hear the noise from in the car even a km away . It was pretty loud . As we pulled up , the parking space was packed , there were alot of cars and we barely found a spot . Just beside our spot was a car I recognized all too well . Jace leans on the car with folded arms and Alec is standing right beside him with his hands in his pocket .