روايات وقصص ضمن That's Not My Neighbor Francis

“No we were getting to know each other’s first. But I assure you cousin that Greg is a good man. Let’s see. I said.

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.

Norris could do better. Ok, Stop... Not my problem. “I heard that hot new transfer is your neighbor.” WHAT?? Has his house address leaked already? “New Transfer?” I am not gonna admit I know him. It will end up with the same signature question. Are you planning to fuck him, too? Not exact words, but something subtle. “Oh, come on! He lives somewhere near the lake. You live there too… Rich people!!” I roll my eyes. There must be hundreds of houses and not everyone there is well off.

, he asked before taking a sip of his orange juice. "He's on a trip, you know business and all?", I replied as he nod in understanding. I got up and went to the kitchen before taking out a glass and pouring myself some cranberry water. I bought it just yesterday and it was almost finished. It was quite refreshing. "There's something I need to tell you", I heard francis say as he entered the kitchen. He placed the glass in the sink before giving me his attention. I looked into his eyes and noticed how sad they were. As if he was trying to hold on and not break down. It was puzzling because he was so happy earlier...or was he?

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

I couldn’t see who it was, but I knew—Francis was there. “Where is she?!” “Hey… calm down.” “I said, where is she?! Don’t you dare drag her into this, Uncle Jim! I’m the one you want, right? Let her go!” “Give me back my company first, Mr. Francis Locan.” “In your fucking dreams.” My eyes widened as a series of gunshots exploded outside. “Find him! Bring him to me!” Mr. Jim shouted. Panic surged through me as the door burst open and Mr. Jim stormed in.

Footsteps. Then the door opened. Francis stood there, blinking like he’d seen a ghost. His face twisted—first shock, then suspicion, then something darker. “You didn’t die,” he said slowly, almost in awe. “You fell off that building. I saw it. From that height... that’s death, Yasmine.” I tilted my head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. “Maybe I had a demon behind me,” I said. “Or maybe someone up there still thinks I have unfinished business.”

“Don’t worry. Grandpa isn’t a tiger.” “That’s right. Your grandpa won’t bite me. Both of you can rest easy and go have dinner together,” Francis also interrupted. Matthew brought Christina out, and the private room door was closed. The old master kept staring at Francis as he was too shocked. Never in his dreams had he thought that this Francis was a different Francis. “What’s going on? How did you become Francis?” “It’s a long story.” Francis sat down opposite the old master, picking up his cup to take a sip. His words and behavior were all of refined quality. He was not like the ordinary folks who were usually compliant.

"Go away! This location is reserved for today. Go train on the second floor. You should concentrate on bettering yourself rather than fantasizing.” Following that, Francis couldn't help but mumble to himself as he observed the scattered crowd: "These people have nothing better to do. They have no right to believe they can go after my sister.“

“The fault is mine, Mr. Sandler. We had no idea that Miss Morris is your niece…” Francis’s eyes had settled on Scarlett as soon as she walked out from the detention room. Scarlett shivered at the sight of Francis. She was wondering if sleeping at the police station for the night might have been a better choice. Francis quickly waved goodbye to the police officer and walked out with Scarlett. Sitting in the car, Francis put on his poker face again, and this time, it was even colder. Scarlett got chills down her spine. “Tell me what time it is,” Francis said in an aloof voice. Scarlett glanced at her phone and said,