Novel Neighbor Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, the said guy is my neighbour Richard who is 9-year-old. 'Please say you wore something under that thing', I asked as it started slipping. ''Should I have? But that novel dint says anything like that', he is clearly upset that something went wrong. 'Ugh...piece of advice, don't read any of your mother's novels and stop flirting with me', I yelled as I walked to my flat. Sadly, he is the only male who is taking an interest in me right now. After doing my night ritual, I scroll through my contacts as I lay on my bed. I found the contact I was looking for; it has been some time but I'm sure there would be a response.

“Very specific, right?” I set my bag on my desk. “The new neighbor is Rhysand.” Nina stopped. For what might’ve been the first time in three years, she genuinely had nothing to say for a full second. I enjoyed it. Brief, but beautiful. “I’m sorry,” she said finally. “What?”

I get up from the armchair, glancing at Vlad. “I'm going to look for more books.” Vlad nods in agreement. I enter the section of contemporary erotic novels, coming across an endless aisle of books with every theme that could exist. I pick up one named: My Hot Neighbor from the Gym. And I focus on reading, being amazed by the depravity and loving every page I read. I see Vlad approaching and quickly grab a self-help book that was in the middle of the shelf, titled: Tomorrow Will Come Soon and put it underneath, disguising it.

Chapter 1:Michael dreamed of a date with Lucy Clayton Michael's 'troubles' began when Miss Calvin moved in next door. Michael's father had died several years earlier, and Michael lived with his mother in a quiet suburban neighbourhood. The house next door had been empty for several months and it did not take too long for Michael's mother to volunteer him for the task of tidying up Miss Calvin's back yard.

"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.

he asked, his voice full of concern. We spent the next few minutes talking about the lawsuit. I updated him on the latest developments, the stress I was under, and the kids' reaction to everything. He listened intently, offering words of comfort and support. We also chatted about his job and the exciting things happening at Paris Fashion Week. "I also wanted to tell you about the new neighbors," I said, stirring a pot on the stove. "The Morris family moved in next door. They seem nice, and they have kids around Zenith and Zendaya’s age."

It was a far cry from the grandeur of the pack mansion, but the simplicity of it offered me something I desperately craved – freedom. I stepped out of the car, taking in the earthy scent of the nearby woods and the gentle chirping of birds. It was a stark contrast to the silence that had enveloped my old home. This was a fresh start, a chance to rediscover who I was without Thorne's shadow looming over me. "Welcome, Azalea," said a friendly voice from behind me. Startled, I turned to see my new neighbor, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a warm smile. "I'm Donna. If you need anything, just knock."

Jartre asks. “My new neighbour.” Which reminds me… “Speaking of,” I start, earning an inquisitive look from my white-haired fox as I take a few steps forward and lean against my kitchen counter. “I found it extremely surprising that the same day Julie tried to goad me into a fight in the hallway, she mysteriously moved out and, come the following day, I have new neighbours. I don’t suppose you’d know anything about that, would you?” I ask pointedly. “Not sure I’d call that ‘mysterious’. Perfect timing sounds more appropriate,” he says unperturbed, sliding his hands into his skin-tight jeans.

He was observant enough to notice something funny about me. “Birthday yesterday? You mean Nex? Single mom with different-colored eyes?” I became puzzled by the question asked. “You know Nex?” “We’re neighbors. Right next door to each other,” he answered. “If she has a friend like you with her, I guess it will help make things easy on her.” “What do you mean by that?”

Nikita blurted out. “Please don't!” I retorted. “What is it about? I know you have been itching to tell me something.” “Was it that obvious?” Nikita reasoned out. A sad giggle escaped my lips, “Why do I feel like I know what you are about to talk about? Tell me it's not about Judas.” “You know that our potato-looking neighbour, a girl, came by his house this morning… looking for him,” Nikita announced, and I rolled my eyes from exhaustion. “He brought another one at dusk.”