Number Neighbor Novels & Stories

I barely noticed the sound of a car approaching, its engine cutting through the rain and my thoughts. “Amara?” a voice called, calm, gentle, laced with concern. I froze. The car slowed, its headlights catching the raindrops clinging to my eyelashes. Elijah. My next-door neighbor. Quiet, thoughtful, the kind of person who always noticed things without needing to be told. He leaned out of the window, rain running down his hair, and his gaze was fixed on me. “What are you doing out here? In this rain?” he asked, voice soft but steady.

The fastest he could think of. “Can I help you?” His voice was strained and glaringly unfriendly. The neighbor seemed…baffled. Slightly. “Uh, well like I said earlier, I’m the new neighbor.” He cleared his throat. “And I’m sorry to bother you—because it clearly looks like it— but I was curious about one thing.” Theo cocked his brow, silently urging him on. “So, I was wondering if you have some kind of hearing loss or something?” It was Theo’s turn to be baffled. “What?”

Please let that have been a dream. Slowly — cautiously — she reached for her phone. Her fingers hovered above the screen. If the call log wasn’t there, she would never drink again. She unlocked it. Recent Calls. Unknown Number. 12 minutes. Her heart started beating louder. She tapped it, half expecting more. There wasn’t. No follow-up call. No messages. No missed attempts. Nothing. The absence sat heavier than anything else could have. If he was weird, wouldn’t he have texted? If he was curious, wouldn’t he have tried again?

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

The person on the phone said, “Hello Rose? Why didn't come back last night?" This voice is very familiar, seems to belong to Ren! The brother next door to my house! No, if JayPark speaks up now, Ren will surely misunderstand and go tell grandma! I sat up and wanted to take the phone from him, but JayPark turned off the phone and looked at me with a serious voice, “Who is this person? What's relationship with you?" Naturally, as if he was jealous, I tried to choose the words "T... this is my next door neighbor, etc. because I work late, I always ask him to take care of her when grandma when i'mlate..."

"Why hello young man of course we can but would you like some sweet tea or water" "No ma'am I'm good. I was wondering if you could answer some questions for me about your neighbors" "My neighbors? Sure I suppose so." "Thank you. Has anyone moved in in the past week or are there any abandoned buildings around here?" "Well let me think...a nice elderly couple moves into the log cabin about 10 miles from here and there is an abandoned house about 5 miles back down the way you came but I suppose you wouldn't have seen it hidden behind some of the trees that have grown in front of it most people don't see it unless they drive up the back ways."

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

"Wow! I can't believe this! You're really our neighbor now?" Zynah rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but wonder why Adnan was that excited. Would it even make any difference if he was their neighbor? "Not permanently, but for the meantime, yeah, I'm your neighbor now," He responded. "Are you that excited? You have a big smile on your face."

"Aah good morning beautiful ladies. Natalia care to enlighten me who is this beautiful woman?"While his eyes were trained on me. "Uh..h M..My bestfriend Zita.Zita this is my neighbour Etienne Martin." "Nice to meet you " Zita said "The pleasure is all mine." "Need any help ladies?" "Uh..no,we can manage".I stuttered. "Sure...Have a good day both of you." "That hot piece of ass is your neighbour?"exclaimed Zita.I sighed.

I looked at her back in disbelief. What? Is my mom for real? I took a glanced at the new neighbor (that I forgot his name) and saw he's still engrossed playing his phone. Now I regret leaving my phone at home. I looked around trying to find something to waste time but it's not working. I cleared my throat to catch his attention, he glances at me and got back to his phone "So... Where are you from?" Silence. "Do you like the neighborhood?" Silence again.