Strange Neighbor Novels & Stories

He’s always been absent-minded, but this is a whole new level. I sigh. “It isn’t the Ritz, that’s for sure.” As we stand outside talking, a skinny guy with a shaved head and a teardrop tattoo below his eye passes us. He looks me up and down in a way that gives me the creeps. Please don’t let this be my neighbor. The mysterious stranger clocks it right away. His eyes narrow and he moves in front of me, blocking me from view. I can’t see the look he gives the other guy, but the other guy quails, lowering his eyes and all but scurrying away with his tail between his legs.

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 can't shake the fuzziness, the buzz, that lingering on the tip of my stomach. I can finally relax once I stand in front of my apartment door; with a quick movement, I shift everything to my left arm. As I try unlocking the door with my right but with a single touch, it opens. Maybe he took the trash out and forgot to close it, so I didn't find it odd, It has happened before, and it does not matter how many times I ask him. He is for sure going to do it again; at least he took it out. I'm used to it. At least our doorman asks strangers before letting them in. It is a good neighborhood full of families and working people, middle class with small shops and a clean park nearby. It was even par

A woman stands on the balcony of her apartment in a white kimono wrapped around her body and a small towel over her head. His eyes were staring at the traffic jam from the balcony. Her lips did not stop swearing curses of the man who last night made hot love with her. "Damn Ell." His parents hit the iron fence in front of him irritated and then grimaced because his hand felt sick. "AIORAAAAAAAAA!" Jena's loud shout this morning made him even more annoyed.

NALANI The strange man stepped closer to me. I knew I had nowhere to go, and the only thing I could do now was tilt my head to the side, and close my eyes tightly. I hold my breathe while feeling his approach, and I gradually felt his hot breath hitting my nose.

She was interrupted by a rough male voice: —Are you treating neighbors who didn’t have time to move in again, Martisha? Leah turned her interested gaze to the stranger, casually approaching them from the side of the road. The Association flew in from where it was not expected at all. The man inexplicably strongly resembled one brutal character from a well-worn indie horror game: Hubie, a massive woodcutter who, in his free time from chopping wood, was engaged in tracking down victims and sophisticated murders. The whole point of the computer quest was to avoid the fate of being eaten by it.

“Excuse me? And you’re just telling me now? Spill everything!” I sighed, trying to figure out where to begin. “His name is Evan. He lives next door to my aunt. We met on New Year’s Day when I was, uh… going to get water because the house ran out.” Rachel laughed. “Romantic. So, what’s he like?” “Honestly? He’s… different. He’s confident but not arrogant, and he has this way of making everything feel significant, you know? Like when he talks, it’s like he sees right through you.”

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.

He's a stranger to me, even if you say he's our neighbor. I kept on sobbing when I heard someone open the sliding doors to my balcony. I quickly lifted my head and saw his feet. It's a guy! And I don't know who he is! I immediately stood up and wiped my tears harshly. My heart was beating so fast because I didn't even know what this guy was up to until I saw his face... it's Kent! What is he doing here? He approached me and wiped away my tears with his thumb. I quickly tapped his hand.

"Don't remind me, I'm stupid enough to run away this far." "A penny for your thoughts?" She blurted out. Aster scratched the back of his ear with his forefinger, his lips turning flat. "I'm not sure about that, you're a stranger." "Then that's better!" She shouted, jogging towards him and sighing, a small fog forming from her hot breath. "I'm a stranger, that's the whole point! You may or may not see me again, and I may or may not care!" "But you're my neighbor," he deadpanned. She shrugged and pouted.