That's Not My Neighbor Francis Novels & Stories

I hope I have a purpose here and even if I have to wait a long time to fulfill my dream, I hope I can make it happen. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was our neighbor’s number, which means my sibling is calling when this number calls. “Hello, Ate Faye?” I wiped my face and coughed softly to hide that I was crying. “Francis! How are you? Has Mama taken her medicine and eaten?” I let go of the clothes and stood up. “And you? Have you eaten?”

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

“How dare you even show your face here again after the stunt you pulled the last time?” Zeke’s hand gripped his shirt, twisting the fabric tight against his chest. “Trust me, I'm going to make you truly wish you never laid eyes on me if you don’t tell me where the hell Millie is.” Francis scoffed. “I haven’t seen that bitch since you dragged her out of our house.” The words had barely left his mouth before Zeke’s fist collided with his gut, sending a rush of air from Francis’s lungs as he doubled over in pain.

Nne watched as Francis fumed with anger. He had dagger eyes as he stared at Nne. "Francis please calm down. Don't let Amara hear you"Nne pleaded. Francis waved his hand at her and turned his face away, hissing. "But it's high time we tell that girl the truth. Let her know that she is not our blood"Francis said.

joshed Calvin as he laughs at his friend. "Me? Jealous of that brat? Ha! Dream on!" Francis said before standing up leaving his friend behind. "Hey! Where are you going? Buddy, please don't leave me!" "I am going to a place where there is no crazy and abnormal doctor like you!" Francis snarls at him which Calvin replies with a laugh. When Calvin cannot see Francis anymore, he stares at the two teenagers who are still busy in their own little world. But knowing them, he is pretty sure that they did not notice the kind of atmosphere they were making inside the audition, especially Rhianne. Calvin snickers on that thought.

Francis left. "What if he already knows?" "He won't. Ragner won't find out." END OF FLASHBACK Francis was only five and a half at the time. He was so young that he didn't even know Ragner was using him as bait so Francine would confess what was really happening. I sighed as I stared at the family photo of Francis, my late wife, and me. FLASHBACK "Don't you dare lie to me, Francine. I already know the truth." Ragner's voice rose.

he said flatly. Ruby blinked. Was he serious? “Delivery—? I’m not—” She breathed out sharply, steadying her voice. “I live here.” Kai raised an eyebrow. Just one. Slowly. Annoyingly. “Oh,” he said, sounding entirely unimpressed. “You’re the new neighbor.” “Yeah,” she said, exasperation leaking into her tone, “and you’re blocking the driveway.” He didn’t apologize. He didn’t even pretend to care.

Grace had seen him almost every summer, but they had never really spoken beyond the usual polite greetings. He was just Evan. The quiet neighbour across the street. Grace carried her suitcase inside and spent the next hour opening windows, unpacking, and trying to cool the house down. The afternoon passed quickly. By evening, the heat had softened enough for her to go outside. She decided to take a walk. She locked the front door and slipped the spare key beneath the mat, just as her aunt always did. Then she headed down the street. When Grace returned about forty minutes later, she noticed something strange. The front door was slightly open. She stopped on the porch. Her first thought was t

Andrew looked around the parking lot hoping that Francis hadn't left. He searched for Francis car and he spotted it at the other side and noticed that Francis was almost getting inside. "France" he called as he ran to meet him. Francis hands held the car door confused as he searched for the voice that called his name. He notice Andrew running towards him and he waited to hear what he had to say. He hoped it would be something nice and hopefully nothing mean. Francis knew that he doesn't deserve anything from Andrew but Andrew is the only real friend he ever had even if he didn't want to admit it sometimes.