That's Not My Neighbor Francis Novels & Stories

“When will I see you again?” “Woah,” Andrew commented and faced him. “Do you like my sister?” HE asks. My face reddens because we are just friends and I never imagine that one. “Andrew!” I hissed. Francis just laughs. “No, it is just that she is my first friend in this neighborhood.” HE explained. Andrew nodded his head but still judging Francis by his look. “You are a judgemental you know.” I chuckled as his face crumpled. “Let’s go inside.” He said, an we nodded.

We both knew why the authorities couldn’t get involved. “Please.” He ran a hand through his hair. “He’s sorry, Tristan. He really is.” “What exactly is he sorry for, Francis?” I raised an eyebrow. Francis said nothing. “That’s what I thought.” Francis huffed. “I should have known. The minute I saw you in Texas, you looked familiar. All that getting to know me was just bull to take my father.” I clicked my tongue. “Good thing you’re catching up. Now if you’ll excuse me, my family is waiting for me. And tell your mother that my grandmother is dead. Or don’t. Your choice.”

Paige locked her car before we started walking towards the movie theatre. On our way, a man and woman caught my attention. Isn't that Mr Brooks? Storm's dad. I watched him pulling a blonde lady to his chest and realized that she was not Storm's mom. "Liv?" Nina called and I frowned at her. "What's wrong?" She asked in concern. "Nothing I just thought I saw someone I know. False alarm." I said before continuing to walk down the street. I looked back at Mr Brooks and the lady he was hugging earlier and he was busy removing some hair from her face.

"That just makes me a slut." "No, baby. Don't think about it." I'm not in the mood to shop so I let Francis buy everything that he wanted for me. I didn't argue with him about how he wasted money just for clothes and garnets. There's no complaining when I feel so down. My heart was so broken. The lump on my throat was so big that I couldn't even swallow and if I did push it, it would just pain me more. Bernie is Francis's brother. Half-brother. I know that Francis's father had already got another family. I know that he probably has half-siblings.

He approached a door, knocked, and a woman opened it, gasping in surprise. "Francis! What brings you here?" The voice was unmistakably Leena's. "Bitch!" Francis hissed, roughly pushing the door open to gain entry into her home. I advanced closer to Leena's abode, peering through the window to see Francis and Leena better. I upholstered my phone, zoomed in, and began video recording the unfolding scene. In the frame, Francis was arguing with Leena about what Ana had said to Francis and how Leena had spilled the truth about Francis's scheme to murder me and my brother, Xavier.

“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."