That's Not My Neighbor Francis นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Francis, that's not your style.” “Give us a reason, dude.” “Francis…” Everyone started talking, and they were puzzled. Francis listened with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. He stood up and walked to the door. “I changed my mind. Not only will I not get involved in your interception, but I’ll help him instead.”

He tried to add me as a friend once more, but I hit 'decline' without a second thought. Talk about a stroke of bad luck. The following morning, just before I was about to leave for work, there was a knock at my door. Francis stood there, looking like a ghost in his hospital gown, all skin and bones. He nearly gave me a heart attack. How he found out where I lived was beyond me. I took a wary step back and asked with an icy edge, "What do you want?" He looked at me, then unexpectedly hung his head. "Lend me some money, Brianna," he pleaded.

My priority was to settle in the home and hospital. So I took a quick shower and reached the hospital and looked for my friend. She was waiting for me in the parking lot. We went upstairs and reported on duty. We were asked to go to a lecture theatre and wait. My friend and I were going there when I saw my new irritating neighbour. What was he doing here?? Must have come for the mental check-up?? I chuckled. I saw some man hugging him and saying that he loved him. They both were smiling and my neighbour said that he knows it well.

Patrick asks which told me who was there, it was one of our nice neighbours who used to always smile at me when I would walk by. “I have been sent to all the neighbours to tell them there us this fair like event happening tomorrow, someone important is visiting and all the residents have to attend, that includes the daughter of your wife that you keep locked away.” Francis says in a harsh tone, this does take me by surprise that he brought me up, but I knew there was no way that Patrick would allow me to leave. “I’m sorry Francis, but I have no idea who you are talking about. My wife and I only have two children together.” Patrick says as like I suspected him to, there would be no way he wou

For him to be here now, he must have been driving more than ten hours straight after I boarded the plane. While I was busy thinking, Francis had already gotten out of the car with a bunch of things and knocked on our door. "Don't open it, Mom!" It was too late. Francis had already entered the living room. Only then did I notice his dark circles and pale complexion. "Ma'am, I am Scarlett's boyfriend." I stood in front of my Mom and said coldly, "Francis Slade, we broke up. If you harass my family, I'm going to call the cops on you."

I dialed again, my eyes scanning the street out of habit but suddenly, my eyes fell on a group of men I didn’t recognize, standing at a lonely corner and to my greatest shock, Francis was part of them. These men didn’t look like teenagers even. Moreover, I could not recognize any no matter how hard I tried. I could tell they weren’t from Evosphere, Harrington, or his company, Zentara. Their faces were unfamiliar and Francis was deep in conversation with them.

They didn't respond quickly to the knock, only just recovering from John's, and the person at the door wasn't thinking about waiting. Margret was once again stunned by the presence of Francis, her neighbor's son in her living room. Francis and his family had been in the neighborhood long before Margret and her mum moved in. They were as all good neighbors were, quiet and helpful but most of all nosy. Francis was a year older than she was, now serving as an apprentice in a barbers shop after he gave up on schooling, dropping out in SS2. Margret was surprised then that it took him that long to realize that he was wasting his parent's money. But then, he seemed to have the IQ of an eight-year-o

"I had a great night with you, Kylie. I want to play with you all over again." Oh my God! What happened?! I messed up! And of all people, why is it Jiro's little brother Kent, who's my neighbor. Out of frustration, I passed out! To be continued...

Nadia sat beside me, her fingers still fidgeting with the strap of her bag, the leftover adrenaline working its way out of her system slowly. Francis pulled a chair around and sat facing us, his elbows on his knees. Comfortable. Unhurried. “That man you hit,” he said, keeping his voice low enough that it didn’t carry any strain.. “You know who he is?” I took a sip. “Someone who needed hitting.” Francis smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “He runs with a crew. Not good people. The kind that don’t let things go, you understand? He’ll be back with friends.”

The feel of Francis's lips couldn't leave my head. I hissed, closing the book up. A knock on the door startled me. Well, maybe we'd be seeing each other sooner than intended. “Come in,” I said, He pulled the door, but stood right there. “I'm heading out, and probably won't be back till tomorrow.” “Oh, where are you going?” I asked, “I have a few errands to run.” It was the first time Francis ever gave me a vague answer. I looked at his feet. He was trying to ensure that nothing made him step into the room.