Shameless Neighbors Novels & Stories

If he really was snagging flowers here and there, her stupid neighbors would get over it. She had never liked them anyway. Joshua seemed to be heavily amused at her remark, almost giggling like a schoolgirl when he brought up how they had once reported them for a stray cat being on their porch when she had never owned one. And just like that, the dinner continued pleasantly, a wisp in the wind as the three of them sat down to converse and have a moment of reprieve.

I whispered to myself, letting out small puffs of flustered breaths slowly. I'm so fucked, we are literally neighbours. We are fucking neighbours now!

Its been a whole week of silence and I was ready to end it. “Are you the new neighbor?” said T.K who just returned from work. “Yes I am.” replied the new neighbor whose voice rang a bell. I looked up and our eyes met. I was puzzled and began shivering all over. I got up and ran all the way to the bar. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. “Mother, Mother.” I was screaming while approaching the bar. She came out with a bottle of whisky, placed it on a customer’s table and stared at me in confusion. “Fetty what is it? Where are your younger ones? Hope all is well.” She said while shaking me all up. “They are all fine.” I said while gasping for breath. I held her hand and took her by the co

She's so damn snoopy. Wait, did she just say neighbours? "Where do you live?" I ask, my heart pounding in complete fear. I hope she doesn't give me the answer that I dread the most. "The house next door." She grins. "We are neighbors. " No! "Trent is going to be so happy that his 'friend' lives just next door." She adds. "I can't wait to share the great news! You should invite us for a housewarming party. Oh, pass. I forgot how dramatic and salty you can get in a party."

Despite her age, and she was clearly approaching fifty, she did not hesitate to look vulgar, and her hoarse, low voice from the ton of cigarettes she smoked only emphasized this. - Good evening. “I’m your only adequate neighbor—Martisha Loksen,” she stopped just a meter from Marcus and smiled at him carnivorously. Then she casually nodded her head at the neighboring house and added, not without a hint of disgust: “There lives an old man who has fallen into deep insanity.” He now has a new round of paranoia because of his precious cat, which has never seen the streets - he is sure that she was kidnapped and is now being tortured in some basement... A crazy senile... And the houses on the oppo

His friend said and my neighbour's eyes literally came out. Even I was shocked at what I heard. Did that mean that they... Were in love?? Really?? I was shocked, though I had heard about that kind of relationship, I had never seen anyone accepting so openly. In fact, I liked the fact that they could accept it so openly. They must have been really in love with each other to accept it so boldly. I had no problem with that but it was weird for me as I came from a small town. " What ?? Oh No !!! Spare me... " My neighbour had said.

come to my condo but I don't want to, maybe we can't even relax. Aira, sitting on the sofa, faced me. It grinned at me. "Your scream is loud, Aira. Is there a microphone inside your mouth? You can shout a lot, is this your building?" I asked him irritatedly. "You're mean to me BFF, I didn't yell at you. That's just my normal voice," he promised me. "What normal voice? I'll stab your throat with that, don't do that again. You are disturbing the people in the building," I rudely told him. "Why is my BFF ugly? It's morning, are you here now?" he asked me. I just made him suffer. Who wouldn't be irritated by him? His voice is so loud, what if we have a sensitive neighbor who might be harmed and

Just this—shared air, shared grief, shared blood. “Hey, Lila,” she whispered, brushing a thumb gently down her sister’s arm, “how would you feel if we started hanging out more? Just us?” Lila turned, brows rising in suspicion. “You mean, like… on purpose?” Brielle let out a soft, broken laugh. “Yeah. On purpose.” Lila’s smile came fast, her nod faster. “I’d like that.” And then, quiet. But not peaceful this time. “She’s gonna die, isn’t she?” Lila asked suddenly.

I knew who was vegan, who was faking it, whose kid was flunking math, and who had a secret stash of chocolate hidden behind the broccoli in the freezer. Sure, the neighborhood skewed older than what we were used to – like a retirement village that hadn’t fully committed – but all in all, it was your typical slice of suburban America: peaceful, nosey, mildly dysfunctional, and smelling like charcoal and secrets. And honestly? It felt truly comforting.

I had to take care of my child so Camila got me a job in Greenville Montessori High School. Camila came into the kitchen, grabbed a cup of water, and then moved close to me. “Are you excited about your new neighbor? Who do you think it might or they may be? Maybe a married couple or a family of 6!” “Or maybe a serial killer who is used to killing for fun and now is probably looking for a place to lay low” I pouted my lips and stared at her. “Avery! You have the worst imagination and mindset ever! Why would you even think about something like that?!”