The Couple Next Door Novels & Stories

Lisa paused by one of the windows in her living room to catch a glimpse of the ongoing argument that we currently happening on the front porch of the house right beside hers. The building was owned by an elderly couple who were the oldest people in the neighborhood. The both of them had an unusual relationship, the kind that was filed with all sorts of emotions. They always quarreled with each other, but none of their fights ever lasted more than a few hours before they were speaking to each other again like nothing had even happened.

There’s a beat of silence on the other end. “No,” he says finally in a calm tone. “But if you want a better place, I’ll arrange it. If you don’t, then fine. Spend the money however you want. Just don’t expect me to sit by while my nephew and the woman who will soon be my wife live like that.” Before I can respond, there's a loud noise coming from outside the building. From the look of things, it seems like my downstairs neighbours were fighting again, like they always do.I glance at my window warily.

I don’t know my neighbors well, but we do our best to make the neighborhood presentable. But then there’s that sound again. I stop to listen and realize that we’re coming upon a cheery yellow house with begonias out front and a smart silver BMW parked in the driveway. Ah, it’s the Raphael's. Mr. and Mrs. Raphael are a childless couple in their thirties who just moved in last month.

I thought he was going to meet his woman? I parked Liam's car – one of my buddies – beside the convenience store and walked towards the location where Daddy's car was parked. Our village has two types of houses: the mansion type, like ours, and the townhouse type. The houses look alike, and in one compound, there are two houses facing each other. It's like having neighbors in pairs. I saw Dad enter a townhouse, number one four three. This information is enough. I immediately left the place and went back to my car. I can just hire someone to spy on them; it's easier than following Dad around.

He unlocked the door to his apartment and she walked out with him behind her. “Thanks a lot for the cash.” She mumbled as they neared the elevator. Tyler's eyes widened when she pulled him in for a quick embrace before letting him go. As she turned around, the elevator door opened, and out came Tyler's next-door neighbor dressed elegantly in a red pantsuit. Tyler stopped to gawk at her, seeing as she had stopped to cast disdainful looks at him and Jenna before she walked into the elevator. The elevator doors went shut and Tyler turned to catch his neighbor's attention before she walked into her elevator.

"Why don't we help them by clicking the 'start button again." "No, you are doing nothing, I hate meddling with people's business, especially relationships." He said, walking back to where he sat earlier. "I thought Carson was your friend," Ida couldn't believe he still did not want to help. "No, he his just a forward neighbor, who keeps bothering me with his lovey-dovey ex, the neighborhood seems peaceful now, I would have been rolling on my bed to get sleep now when they were still together, they are one lousy couple," Corbin complained with a gloomy face "They are better off that way, with my house separating both of them, it would be hard for them to see each other.

I stated as I stared at them and they nodded. “We found out that the house belonged to her dead husband she had being stayed there for a while, it’s the house beside fhe market, it’s the perfect place to do your day actives because no one would hear the noise because of the market and there are other factors too that no one would consider, who would think of a widow and her two kids.” “Did you speak to the neighbors?”

As she stood at the doorway waving him off, their neighbour walked across their lawn. It was Maya Johnson, the wife from next door. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her thicker and curvier body. "Hey, is Paul away again?" She asked. "Yeah, a long one this time." Olivia replied. "Hey, I keep meaning to say, you and the Sampsons should come over for dinner one night." "We would love to." Maya replied. "Will have to wait until Paul's back," Olivia said. "Although me, you and Jasmine could have a girl's night?"

“This afternoon. People brought boxes. Lots of boxes. Big boxes. Maybe furniture. Maybe treasure.” “Maybe bodies,” Max said enthusiastically. I looked at him. He smiled innocently. “I saw it in Tío Theo’s movie.” Bianna sat a little straighter, Max still trapped in her lap. “The empty house next door?” “Mm-hm,” Issa answered. “The lights are pretty now.” I stared at the glow behind the trees. The house next door had never felt close before. This community was designed so every owner could pretend they didn’t have neighbors, only expensive trees and driveways that were far too long. But tonight, those lights made the distance shrink.

More than ten hours later, we landed. I went home and slept like I’d been starving for it. When I woke up, I realized the young couple next door had moved out, and new neighbors had moved in. So fast. If I had to guess, the new neighbors were Victor and Julian. And I was right. After that, I ran into them constantly. One evening, I came back from a dinner gathering and saw Victor standing under a streetlight, lonely and thin in the glow. When he saw me, he straightened, forcing a smile. “Grace. You’re back.”