That's Not My Neighbor Francis Novels & Stories

I knew only one person that called me that, and he had no business holding Dante’s phone to call me. “Francis?” There was a pause, then a low, amused hum. “Where’s Dante? What are you doing with his phone calling me? “He’s right here with me. Thought we’d give you a call.” His thick French accent slicked through. The room suddenly felt colder, my skin prickling with goosebumps. Francis had always been kind, harmless even, maybe a little eccentric and feminine. But I couldn’t shake the wrongness in his voice now, like a whispering shadow.

the new owner responded. I asked about her from her neighbors. I was thankful that Francis was in the car parked away from here, or he might have lost his sh*t. “Girls like her aren’t allowed in our society,” One of the neighbors said in a disgusting tone. “Don’t tell me that you’re one of them." “Excuse me? What do you mean?” I asked as my aura released. Since he was a human, he might not sense that but definitely felt the tension. He quickly moved back, shutting the door in my face.

I'm not barren, maybe it's not for us now to have a child now. A week passed and I only spoke to Francis once, I was worried but I let it go because he might be busy with his work. And another, he once said that he only slept for a few hours because he was on duty for many hours. In the morning I was sweeping the fence and I couldn't help but look back at my cellphone that was hanging because it might be calling and I just couldn't hear it. "Did Francis call yet?" I looked up while holding the broom, I see Francis's mother while eating a banana. Because our house is next to each other here.

No, this belongs to my brother," he interrupted. "But, you look sick," said Nadza, surprised. If it's her brother's medicine, why is that man in pain. "Don't say anything about what you saw!" Francis ordered. The girl nodded, she remembered that the man she liked had an older brother whose face was very cold, cold and didn't like a smile, his name was Fransis Lonenlis, now she was sure that the man in front of her was her older brother, not the man she liked.

And because she was such a nosy creature, she even moved closer to the closed gate – putting her ear on the metal to listen to their conversation more. “Who was that?” A hoarse voice asked. It was surely from someone older than her neighbor. “I don’t know. Some random people.” Her neighbor replied. Leila felt offended that he didn’t even remember her name, but his next words made her blood boil. “Just throw these cookies away. I don’t like any of them.” He ruthlessly commanded. She gasped in horror and her eyes widened. Her cookies! “What kind of cookies? Maybe, I can taste it. Just give it to me.” The man with the hoarse voice answered.

"A good neighbor is a present help. If you let my son use this place as his playroom, wouldn't he be just like your grandson? "With the addition of a grandson, you'll have more support later in life. You old fool, how can you not understand this?" I raised the knife and swung it once through the air. "If you don't leave right now, believe me, I'll chop you to pieces." Shirley stepped backward again and again until she finally retreated outside. I slammed the door shut. Her shrill, annoying voice was finally cut off. I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons.

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.