That's Not My Neighbor Francis Novels & Stories

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.

“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

Within days of moving in, she and I had become close friends. I even started teaching both of them my mother tongue, Selric. Still, seeing Kian walking around the house in nothing but shorts made my legs shake and my heart race. Deep down, I already wanted him to shove me onto the bed and have his way with me. In the six months since I had come to Frunderland, I still hadn't been with a foreign guy. People said Frunderland men were thick and strong. Maybe one of them could fill the emptiness inside me.

"This may be blunt and cold but, what's your motivation in joining my hunt?" "W-where did that come from?" "I'll be the first to admit, our chemistry is questionable. Uhh... I'm not exactly a friendly person, but depending on what you say, I-I'll try to adjust..." "How nice of you, Sir Miles!" Why is Francis smiling like a proud father finding out his son has a girlfriend? "What the hell? I-I didn't know you can be kind..." "Neh! What's going on? Are we going to play? Come on! Let's go!"

I looked over at Francis. “20 minutes.” Francis told me. “We’ll get there in like 20 minutes.” “Okay.” “How far are you? Are you there already?” I asked him. “I’m on my way too.” He said. “Okay.” I smiled. “See you soon.” “Yeah.” I hung up. “He sounds so nervous.” I told Francis. “He is running away with the richest man in the country’s daughter, I don’t blame him for being scared out of his wits. Do you?”

Jeff's phone started ringing. He rolled over on his bed and looked at the phone beside him to check who the caller was. He didn't bother picking up when he realized it was his best friend. Ex-best friend. Moments later, it started ringing again and that happened a couple of times more until he got frustrated and forced to pick up. He put the phone to his ear. "What's up?" "There's something I need to tell you," Francis said from the other end. "And it's urgent. Can you come over now? Please?"

"Last night, Daisy was walking back from the patrol outpost at the edge of the woods." "She took the path behind Pack House, and someone grabbed her from behind — covered her mouth and dragged her into the trees!" Daisy clutched Harold's arm, trembling as she picked up where he left off. "I saw his face while I was fighting back." "It was Koda! He even told me he was the new neighbor who'd just moved in." My gaze settled on Daisy's tear-streaked face, and I cut in without warmth. "How exactly did you identify him as my son?"

After that, I put my hair into a high ponytail and jog down the stairs, ready to greet the supposedly hunky new neighbor. "See you later mom!" I call through the house, as I make my exit. I walk towards the gray house where the moving truck is now leaving. As I'm waiting for the truck to drive off I'm starting to wonder if this is such a good idea. What would I say anyways? 'Howdy doody neighbor! I live right next to you, welcome to the neighborhood!' Cheesy. And if he's never seen The Simpsons that would end up very embarrassing. 'Hey! I'm Piper, where are you from and what brings you to my neighborhood?' Cheesy and nosey. Shoot ... I needed a plan now, or an exit strategy.