That's Not My Neighbor Francis Novels & Stories

He was standing at my side, and he’s clearly annoyed. “Oh shit, I didn’t know you’re with someone!” he immediately stood up and faced Aries. “By the way, I’m Francis, Nola’s childhood friend,” Francis introduced himself and offered to shake hands with him, but the snobbish Aries just look at his hand. What and asshole.

Calvin whispered, "Gilbert, what are you suspicious of?" Gilbert looked thoughtful: "Don't you think my Amanda has a great mindset? The buzz online is still high, but my Amanda doesn't seem anxious at all." Calvin found it amusing, "Do you want your Amanda to cry, make a scene, and threaten to hang herself?" Gilbert pouted: "Brother, why would you think that about me?" He just felt like something wasn't quite right. Amanda opened the door and saw her neighbor, Francis. She smiled slightly and greeted him, "Hello, neighbor."

At this time, how could Francis be in the mood to care about Azalea's problems? Francis directly hung up and rushed to Michael's company immediately. Since Michael wasn't around, his assistant greeted Francis instead. Francis didn't care about being polite. "Where's Michael?" "He didn't come to the company." "Do you know where he is?" The assistant shook his head. "I don't!" "You're his assistant, so how can you not know where your boss is?" Francis asked the assistant rudely. "I'm just assistant, so I can't possibly delve into his personal affairs." The assistant replied flatly.

First Hera and now- “Thank you, I am Francis. And you are?” Why, it is not like him to talk to other people… is it? No… this isn’t like him… why would he talk to some stranger he doesn’t even know??? Francis is someone who wouldn’t care even if you crawl and beg just to have his attention. It was like him to be like that. I know it very well. Well, it is not as if I did that before but, I did bother him to notice me… Forcing a smile, I feel bad. I don’t want to stay here any longer. I should just leave sooner. Or maybe I shouldn’t have brought myself trouble to be here.

I asked him. “I just wanted to ask you why you hate your sister so much?” “Step sister. I hate her so much because she always get in my way ever since we were small.” “Alright, Diana. That's what I wanted to know.” “Seriously? You called me just for that?” “Yes. Take care Diana.” He said walking off. Francis came out. “What was that all about?” He asked me. “I have no idea.”I told me. After that, Francis left me and went home while I went home. I kept thinking to myself, What did be really want? He couldn't have called me all the way just to ask me that question.

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?"

I sent a smiley face emoji, thinking to myself that Robert was a pretty great guy. Over the next few days, Robert and I visited the neighbors to collect evidence for the court. After that, all we could do was wait for the trial. The evening before the trial, there was a loud knock at my door. I opened it to find an angry-looking, burly stranger. He glared at me, asking, "So you're the one who's been messing with my mom?"

Standing in front of me were my neighbors from across the hall. The face of Vera Morri, an old woman, twisted into a horrifying scowl as she planted her hands on her hips and shrieked. “You wretched girl! How dare you try to kill my precious grandson! Let me tell you something, if anything happens to him, I’ll kill you!”

I furrowed my brows and looked at the neighboring house where the voice came from, but quickly averted my gaze when I saw him. He's smirking towards me. He's sweaty, topless, wearing red jersey shorts and matching basketball shoes. He looks like he just finished playing basketball. Anyway, he's Ero Martin, my handsome, sexy new neighbor. He moved in next to my house last week. We're not close because he seems arrogant, and all he brings is trouble. In the past week since he moved in, I've seen different women going in and out of his house.

“Now, just answer my question. Why did you try to get your neighbor arrested?" "Peace of mind OK? Peace of mind. I can't stand her. She's just so infuriating." I yelled in frustration. The only answer I got was a chuckle from Everett. “And what's so funny?" "The way this girl just gets under that perfect hair of yours. It's kind of cute seeing the perfectly organized Brandon Montgomery being so damn flustered." He replied, laughing harder. “That's exactly why I want her out of my way." I retorted, making a turn that would lead to my apartment. Couldn’t wait to get home and take a shower, and I was itching for some whisky too.