That's Not My Neighbor Francis Novels & Stories

"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.

“That was before, until he found his true love.” "What do you mean?” “He’d got a one night stand with a stranger and until now, he’s still looking for her, but I think he already knew who she was. He was just collecting evidences.” “Oh, that was fun!” he laughed showing his perfect white teeth. “Indeed,” and we laughed together but I froze when I remembered something. “Is it true that Brittany is living with you in your mansion?” “Yeah, she tried to seduce me one night.” he shrugged his shoulders.

He hoped Irene would come down and join him like she used to, the last thing he wants is last night putting an end to their friendship or whatever it is now after last night. Francis looked at the stairs and when he didn’t see her, he became worried; he stopped chopping the vegetable and walked to the sink to wash his hands. He dried his hands on the apron he was wearing before taking it off. Turning off the cooker, he left the kitchen and went up the stairs. He stopped before a door and without knocking; he pushed open the door and went in. Irene sat up on the bed when she saw him, “what are you doing here?” she barked.

The next morning, I was practically dragged to the bank by my parents. Along the way, Mom kept pressing me impatiently. “Harper, hasn’t the money from your friend come through yet?” “I’ve asked. They said to wait a little bit longer.” I gave a perfunctory answer while my mind was thinking of a way to excuse myself later. “That’s all you say!” Dad snapped, glaring at me. “We’ve been waiting since yesterday. What exactly have you gotten? What kind of friends do you even have? Don’t tell me they’re not willing to lend you the money and you’re just being played!”

“It’s not a big deal, Kathy! You’ll come back to school after a short break, and with me by your side, nobody on this campus will ever dare say a single word to your face again! I have power here, my family has power, I can protect you!” “I don't want your protection! I want the truth!” I yelled, my vision turning completely red. The frustration inside my brain finally snapped, and I started wildly throwing out names, listing every single person who had ever stepped foot into his life. “Who else could have stolen the file from you, Damon?! Was it Marcus? Did Marcus take your phone while you were drunk?! Was it Leo? Was it one of your idiot fraternity brothers?! Was it Hailey…”

Outside the window were thousands of glowing lights, but not one of them belonged to me. However, I wasn’t afraid. Because I knew I was my own home now. My phone buzzed. It was a message from Mom. [Freya, Happy New Year. I miss you.] I stared at the screen for a few seconds before replying, [Happy New Year.] Then I put my phone down and continued drinking with Nancy. By the time fireworks exploded outside the window, Nancy was already passed out drunk. I draped a coat over her shoulders and stood alone by the window.

And why did it feel like she’d just brushed against something dangerous enough to destroy her? She unlocked her apartment with trembling fingers and stepped inside, leaning back against the door once it shut. Her chest rose and fell too fast as she tried to steady herself. This was ridiculous. He was just a neighbor. A rich, arrogant neighbor with an unsettling presence. Nothing more. Yet, even as she told herself that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had already been noticed in a way she couldn’t undo. Next door, Caeldrin Blackwood stood in silence as the door clicked shut behind him.

That gaze again—half challenge, half confession. “You say things that stick,” he said. “Because I mean them.” There was something forming between us. Not just tension. Not just attraction. It was the beginning of trust. Of choosing each other—even if the universe hadn’t handed us a manual. Then came the knock. Hard. Uninvited. I froze. Franc’s entire posture changed. He stood up straighter, eyes alert. I walked to the door slowly. Peeked. It was my neighbor, Ate Lorna. Nosy. Persistent. Wearing curlers and a robe like she was auditioning for “Desperate Titas of Kołobrzeg.”