Number Neighbor Novels & Stories

"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.

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."

“Sure,” Remy said. Elisa asked, “Mr. Johnson, your family lives in a manor too, right?” Remy hummed and responded, “Ms. Stone, call me Remy. We’ll be neighbors soon, so there’s no need for us to act like strangers. A near neighbor is better than a distant relative.” “Alright, but you shouldn’t call me Ms. Stone either. In your words, there’s no need for neighbors to act like strangers. You can call me Elisa.”

She choose to ignore this also trying to believe that this was the persons first time in a public space and that the person was just nervous. By the time she heard the numerous dinging of the notification bell from her neighbours phone she had had enough. Slamming her book shut, she glanced up at the stranger. A sweet bitter smile on her face. "Don't you think you should put that out." she said through her tight teeth. The boy in front of her looked up from his phone, his face brightening as he sees her face. "I didn't expect to see you here." he said smiling widely at her. She frowned at him.

I desperately needed more clues, hoping for additional information to confirm my suspicions. Ethan’s reply came quickly: “Interestingly, the records only mention Nicholas having one sibling, the twin Nelson. There’s no mention of any other siblings.” Seeing this, my unease deepened. How could this be? If there was no mention of Neil in the records, did it mean Neil wasn’t part of this new information at all? This realization filled me with a profound sense of anxiety.

I was tapping my phone because I was so tensed this time and I told them that I wanted to go home. "Why are you so tensed?" my cousin, Drey asked. "I've promised to Lyndon that I will go home before midnight," I told them calmly. "So you told him that we were together right? We are your cousin." They tapped my back to calm me. "I said yes, but you know Lyndon, a promise is a promise to him," crossing my fingers and continued. "I didn’t know what happened next if Lyndon got mad at me this time." We had a cousin’s Bonding in one of my Aunt’s Ancestral House. I told Lyndon that I go home early. As what we talk about but I forgot the time. Im so Fucked up! They know Lyndon, but I know him

I thought he was going to meet his woman? I parked Liam's car – one of my buddies – beside the convenience store and walked towards the location where Daddy's car was parked. Our village has two types of houses: the mansion type, like ours, and the townhouse type. The houses look alike, and in one compound, there are two houses facing each other. It's like having neighbors in pairs. I saw Dad enter a townhouse, number one four three. This information is enough. I immediately left the place and went back to my car. I can just hire someone to spy on them; it's easier than following Dad around.

The call ended again. Ugggh! I don't know Gabriel's number and that was my only hope. I exhale a tired sigh and walked defeated back to my cell. Brandon shoots me a mocking glance when he sees that I’ve returned. I settle as far away from him as humanly possible. I was stuck here, in prison after all. And worse of all, I was stuck with my annoying grumpy ass neighbor, Brandon. At least the day couldn't get any worse right?

My hands shakily tried to turn my phone on but even that felt like a hard task. Eventually, I was able to dial the closest number I could turn to at the moment and that was Cornelius. “Nikki, it’s pretty late…” “Corn! I need your help, I have no one to talk to, I...” “Hold on, what's going on?!” The concern in his voice sounded so genuine that it calmed me down. I sniffed and shook my head. “Can I see you tonight? I need to talk to someone plus I need a place to sleep and…”

Sister cheered me on and my face beamed with a smile “So have you gotten any apartments?” I asked to shift the conversation. “Yes, while you were busy waiting for the doctor's report, I got a reply from the man I asked to help us. He found a house not too far from the gym.” Sister said and continued. “Though, it's not that extravagant, you will be having a neighbour,” Rachel revealed. “Okay, that is fine. Is he a woman?” I asked her. “No. I heard he is a man.” She answered and I brought out my phone to see there was barely any signal on my phone.