That's Not My Neighbor Francis Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’ve never seen you this hardworking before. You graduated with a course of Basic Medicine only but now…you’re learning as if you want to be my protegee. Not even since you graduated from college you’re this driven.” I forced a smile. “Franz, you’re just being too observant that you’re making up conclusions.” He then shrugged when I tried to insist that it’s not because of me and Lucien’s breakup. “You’ve done enough for the day. Let’s go home, my mate is already waiting for me,” Francis said rather casually. Even with the simple dismissal, I can taste him upset as I licked my lower lips. Francis offered to drive me home. I tried to decline as it made me awkward being alone in a car with a

I waved at him, without saying a word back. “I am your neighbor” He pointed at the school at his back, and I remembered what Avery said about the man earlier being her boss and new neighbor. But he is not the same person. Maybe they are friends, right? “My friend is Axell, you have probably met him” He screamed again like he knew what I was thinking about. I nodded my head then around him. Finally, I smiled. Slowly I walked towards him, and we were not so far apart anymore. “Thank God. I was wondering how much you were going to make me scream”

Matt's POV I just came back home after dropping off Fran to her father's house. Her father who supposedly left her. Francisca doesn't believe that story, and....I don't know what to believe. What I am sure of though, was that I could not go to work today at all. So I called in sick. So now I'm just sitting on my couch drinking whiskey. Drowning in my sorrows. I know this is the best for Francisca. She is so happy to know her family again. And I'm incredibly happy for her, I am even open to knowing her brothers who are technically my other two step sons ( I'm not getting my hopes up on that though).

Once abandoned in the countryside, the chances of being picked up again by kind-hearted people were very slim and the consequences were unimaginable. Later, everyone else in the village that was not related to them could not bear to see the situation and were willing to leave a mouthful of food to help support Francis. But Franklin still did not give a helping hand, not even a potato. Due to this, the relationship between Francis and Franklin had not been very good. However, it was mainly because Franklin did not treat Francis well. When Alex heard about these things, he just silently remembered them and did not look for Franklin’s trouble.

I try to take Tamara's attention from the menu. "Yes, is your throat okay? What drinks do you want I will order them." still not looking up. "Tamara, can you look at me first? I tell her sounding a little frustrated. "What is wrong with you? She looked up and her eyes got widened from surprise. "Holy Moly am I dreaming? This is? she asked while her eyes questioned me. "T this is Isaac my new neighbor I bumped into him here. Isaac Jones this is my best friend Tamara Lovett".

I pleaded. Francis only stood there, watching us. "I don't want to. But this is hard for me too. Guys, I don't think I can come along to the gym. I'm suddenly not feeling okay with the bad news Peter has just spelled out" Vincent announced. "Hold on Vincent!" Francis tried to stop him. "C'mon guy. Don't be mad at me" I said. "I'm not mad at you. I just need some breathing space and some time away from you as you have just became my rival. Meanwhile, we are still cool" With that, he walked away and didn't look back at us.

Pressing my lips into a thin line, I hold his gaze, "We were enjoying each other's company for a while; I will not even call it infatuation. And I am glad it was nothing serious because I can never be the other woman in someone's life." He snaps his eyes to me, and I can see anger swirling in them, but he chooses to stay quiet. Smart man. "I really appreciate how you handled Justin today, but it is better that we both stay away from each other's lives." Tearing my eyes away from him, I stare at the wall before me. "So this will be the last time we had talked about any of this because, for me, you are just my neighbor... nothing but an acquaintance." I can feel him staring at me, but I choose

And now, barely any time later, here she was again with that same look on her face. It was the middle of the night, but Serena's shouting showed no sign of stopping. My next-door neighbor, Mrs. Wallace, cracked open her window and stuck her head out. "What's all this racket? Nobody's lived in this house for years!" Serena turned on her immediately. "You know Fletcher Whitmore, don't you? Is he hiding somewhere?" Mrs. Wallace squinted at her through thick glasses for a long moment, then let out a slow sound of recognition. "Fletcher? He's been dead nearly three years now."

Beside the plate sat a folded note. I ignored it at first, focusing on the food. I ate quickly, almost afraid someone would appear and snatch it away. Old habits die hard. Only when I'd cleaned the plate did I pick up the note, my fingers still greasy from the chicken. *Ruby,* it read in Francis's elegant handwriting. *I know words mean nothing after eleven years of cruelty. I won't ask for forgiveness. I only want you to know that the cottage is yours for as long as you need it. No one will enter without your permission. When you're ready, if you're ever ready, we'll be here. —Francis*

SHAYLE Oh my god. He actually recognized me. The shock hit me as I blinked at him, heat crawling up my neck, and for a moment my tongue glued itself to the roof of my mouth. “Uh… I’m your neighbor,” I stammered out, clearing my throat way too late. “Next door.”