Novel Neighbor の小説・ストーリー

"It's been a while." I stood automatically, my face arranging itself into a polite smile. "Indeed, it has." Beside me, Harper leaned in, her breath tickling my ear. "Wait... isn't this your genius neighbor from middle school ? The one who permanently lived at the top of the honor roll?" I gritted my teeth. "Your memory is inconveniently perfect." "I told you back then," Harper whispered gleefully. "Those quiet, intellectual neighbor types are the most dangerous when they grow up."

They were absolutely capable of that. I groaned into my pillow. What the hell do I do now? Unless… I married someone more powerful than Rhys. The idea was so ridiculous I snorted. Right. Because billionaires are just wandering around Sky City hoping to marry a 23-year-old orphan with no patience for their bullshit. And yet— A face flashed in my mind. Three days ago. My new neighbor. I remembered, quite inappropriately, thinking I wouldn’t mind being alone with him in his apartment where he could do all sorts of rated-R things to me.

I bit back a groan, trying to keep my thoughts in check. Our eyes met, and she looked up, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh great, it's you. No party today? Are pigs flying?" I leaned against the railing, unable to resist teasing her. "Well, well, if it isn't the most lovely neighbor. What are you reading, 'How to Annoy Your Neighbor in 10 Easy Steps'?" She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. "It's a mystery novel, Zion. But I wouldn't expect you to understand anything that doesn't involve loud music and cheap beer."

Nadine pipes up and I glare at her. "This is embarrassing." I say lightly banging my head against the fridge. "Don't worry. Denver's little niece walked in on us one time." Nadine casually says and I shake my head. At least there were no little kids to scar.

Grace had seen him almost every summer, but they had never really spoken beyond the usual polite greetings. He was just Evan. The quiet neighbour across the street. Grace carried her suitcase inside and spent the next hour opening windows, unpacking, and trying to cool the house down. The afternoon passed quickly. By evening, the heat had softened enough for her to go outside. She decided to take a walk. She locked the front door and slipped the spare key beneath the mat, just as her aunt always did. Then she headed down the street. When Grace returned about forty minutes later, she noticed something strange. The front door was slightly open. She stopped on the porch. Her first thought was t

Suddenly I heard her clearing her throat which reminded me I was still staring. Then we continued our running.After a minute a young boy came running,and commented on my biceps.I chuckled slowly.He was really adorable,and while talking,I got to know that she's my new neighbour Natalia.And the little boy was her younger brother.While we were talking I felt Natalia's eyes on me.She looked so innocent while she had an adorable smile for her younger brother.At that moment I wanted to see more of that smile towards me.Woah where did that came from? Mr.Jones entered breaking our conversation and reminded me of the Japanese assignment.I was really pissed off.I wanted to talk to her.Damn it!I left a

Chapter – 0005 AIDEN He emphasizes the words “this neighborhood,” which is a quiet, old money kind of place – not the kind where you see naked football players running around. In other words, it’s stuffy as hell. I shrug. “I don’t give a shit about the neighbors. Some old lady was probably across the road looking at my ass through her binoculars and thanking her lucky stars that I moved in here.” Noah snorts. “I’m sure the neighbors appreciate it.”

But she was bleeding real, red blood. ​"She’s coming," the girl gasped, clutching Nora’s arm. "The Neighbor... she’s not 'Real' either. She’s the First Draft. And she’s hungry for the 'Ending' you stole." ​From across the hall, the door to Apartment 4B creaked open. A violet light began to spill out into the dingy hallway, and the smell of Oud and Vintage Champagne—the smell of the Billionaire Romance—began to drown out the scent of the London rain.

All l could focus on was the sight of my hand reaching for the door as the silhouette outside remained unmoving on the porch. Once the door clicked and swung open , l released a breath that l didn't realize l was holding. A red haired , potable sized girl in sun glasses immediately took in my appearance. "Are you the new neighbor?", She asked. My mouth opened up but l didn't respond sooner. Ignoring strangers was part of my life and I no longer needed friends ever since Amanda betrayed me. Something was really strange on her.

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."