That's Not My Neighbor Francis Novels & Stories

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.

"What are you?" "I am coming after you, Thorne," Francis shouted in the same booming voice as a smirk began to form on his face. "I will behead your head from your body if you do not leave and never return." Leave and never return? What was the guy talking about? "What do you want from me?" Edward shouted in anger. "Why do you need me out of my win manor?" Francis didn't reply him but instead began to laugh in his deep voice as the wind began to grown stronger.

"I'm Francis, your cousin." Brian and Malcomore were holding their hats to their chests. That was so weird. "Ma'am, you are alive..." Brian said. "She's alive alright, stop repeating it." Malcomore told him. "She looks so..." Brian murmured the rest of the words so I didn't hear them. Malcomore elbowed Brian. "I'm sorry but I do not remember any of you. Can you please take me to my family?" "I am family." Francis said. "I am your father's brother's child. We lived in the same house even, before you decided to get your own apartment."

They are capable of feelings just like anyone else but most of the time don't let themselves feel those. "That's it, I am calling the hospital!" Francis yelled as he pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed the number as fast as possible. He then started pacing around. "When I met her was the first time I visited my brother after my masters. He was not around for the wedding. She was a beauty to behold." Francis stopped the call he was making. Mrs. Kingston shifted in her seat and Kulture stood at the entrance of the living room looking lost. "She was my type of woman and being the playboy I am, I lured her into sleeping with me."

“ Oh, hi…Good afternoon! “ Says a smiling girl, despite being surprised to see me. He was blonde, thin and his face wasn't strange to me. “ Good afternoon." “ Well, my name is Lucia, I see you’ve woken up!" I didn't respond and continued staring at her, why the hell is she coming to my house. “ Sorry to appear like this, but I usually see your brother around here" I looked at her, understanding why she came without warning. Despite living in a condominium full of countless houses, it was not common for neighbors to make unexpected visits and as a police officer, I am already suspicious due to my profession.

Before we can go in, another voice interrupts us. It's Francis's. "Wait! Who is this and what is he doing with my sister?" He crosses his arms and stands in front of Christopher. I let out a frustrated sigh and narrow my eyes at him, but he doesn't look at me. Francis has always been a total drama queen, and I know it becomes frustrating to deal with him sometimes. I look back at Christopher again with pleading eyes. He still looks pretty cool with everything. I just hope he doesn't think I have a bunch of crazies in my family.

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.”

Never in your dreams, Shelly. Great! I am becoming mad. I am hearing a voice in my head now. I wiped at the single tear that fell from my right eye. I turned away from Max, hiding my face from him. Without waiting for him to tell something, I entered my drive way and went inside the house, closing the door and leaning my back over it. I closed my eyes and shook my head. As my new neighbour, I thought that maybe he would be one of my friends but boy, was I wrong? For him, I was just a girl who he would bang without a second thought just for the fun of it.

I'd called Sylvester and he assured me that whoever it was had already fallen into their trap. "Nathan," A new voice suddenly stopped me on my way to my car. It was Francis, another cousin of mine and Alicia's lawyer. "Hi," I replied hurriedly, not wanting to engage in any conversation with him because I needed to be somewhere more important. I was never close enough to Francis to hold a conversation with him. Yes, I saw him at several events with family but I just never took an interest in him. Heck, I never took an interest in any family members. They all piss me off for known reasons.

I smack him and frown at him. "How's your day?" "Fine," I told him coldly. "Don't be so cold, dear." "Maybe your friends are hungry," I said. "I'm hungry!" Francis said. "I never got a chance to eat well because of a horny group of females." I laughed at his good sense of humor.