Novel & Cerita That's Not My Neighbor Francis

“Oh, I was going to say sorry too! You weren’t hurt bad, were you?” Francis had a smug look. “Tch, that kind of fall is nothing. Besides, I deserved it. I was pestering you guys and all. Not cool.” To be honest, though, he wanted to get closer to Ben so that he could confirm what he thought he saw yesterday. He wasn’t sure if it was the real thing or if it was a fluke. Most of his senses were telling him that the person he’s currently talking to was just an ordinary guy.

And then, as if suddenly recalling himself, he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the air. "Hello, my name is Gage. I'm your new neighbor." Nicole's gaze snapped back to his face, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she'd been staring. "Oh, yes, hello," she stuttered, trying to compose herself. Gage's eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded at her. "Our landlord said you might have something for me?"

Fabian roared, his voice breaking. “She died from leukemia. Stage 3. A few years ago, after you went to prison. I was the only one there in her side.” Francis collapsed onto the floor, like the sky had fallen on his shoulders. “No… I’m taking France! We’re leaving!” he cried. But at that moment, a small figure stood on the stairs—France. He’d heard everything. “France!” the grandmother called. France walking downstairs, tears falling down his cheeks. “Get lost! I don’t want to see you! Get out! I’m not going with you! You’re sick!” he screamed.

His eyes burned with frustration, jaw clenched tight enough to crack. "It’s not a prank, I’m serious," Francis insisted, his voice carrying a weight that made something sink in my chest. He wasn’t lying. No man—no sane man, at least, would come banging on someone’s door in the dead of night just to pull a prank. Not unless it was something serious. That thought echoed in my head as I stood behind Cyril, watching the tension stretch across his shoulders like a drawn bowstring. I wanted to believe Francis was joking, that this was all some ridiculous misunderstanding, but a part of me—the part that had learned to expect the worst—already knew better.

“I do know Ivy. She’s a junior employee at my company. We’ve crossed paths a few times. “I didn’t think she was important enough to mention, and I didn’t want you to overthink things. So I just treated her like a neighbor I barely knew. Clara, be good. Don’t jump to conclusions.” I could not help but chuckle. If he had nothing to hide, why was he afraid I would overthink things? Also, how could an entry-level employee afford a spacious apartment in a high-end downtown neighborhood? When I remained silent, Julian’s father rose angrily. “Clara Hill, if you have evidence, I won’t say another word about the divorce and property division! But if you’re trying to strip Julian of everything based o

"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.

No one knows of my movement aside from Celine and of course, my mom. "I'm Francis North, remember?" He answered cockily. "Whatever!" I hissed and he burst out laughing. "Don't be like that babe. You now belong to me and I need to know your every move. It's important to me. Plus, I love those pictures. You look hot in them." "Pictures? The same one I just shot yesterday? How did you get them?" I bombard him with questions. "I'm Francis North, nothing is impossible for me," he said arrogantly again making me roll my eyes even though he can't see me.

Francis is completely nervous because he is sure that he will see something incredulously shocking. A few seconds before that part of the footage where the old man appeared on the road out of the blue, sudden knocks on the window caught his attention. "Hey! What are you still doing there? Why aren't you going out??" It's Sam, leaning her head on the window. With haste, Francis removed the card reader and turned off his laptop. He then opened the door and got out of the car. "Where is Ma'am Serin?" "I left her nearby. She is.." Francis paused remembering the mysterious old man.

“You can’t drive a car to save your life.” “Francis, I thought you said we had the house to ourselves, but you just said there will be people painting the house?” Heather asked. “I asked them to take the weekend off,” Francis replied. Francis turned to the door, pulled a key out of his pocket, and let them into the house.

They didn't sleep around or act crazy. When the neighbors found out what happened to me, they rallied together and organized a fundraiser for me. I didn't have to work three jobs anymore. I slowly learned that real safety didn't come from guns or locked doors. It came from people looking out for each other. In the new neighborhood, Draven made a lot of good friends. He grew brighter and more cheerful every day. The smile came back to his face. As he got better, so did I. What Rina did to us became a wake-up call, a reminder to always hold onto your values and not throw yourself into relationships with just anyone.