The Milkman From That's Not My Neighbor Novels & Stories

He arrived at the bakery and took a seat, waiting. Frank arrived at the bakery a little bit late. His motorbike had broken down in the mud, so he had to stop and repair it. His jeans were all dirty with mud and oil, while his blond hair was scruffy from the helmet but he was determined to deliver the milk, or else he was going to be paid less. He handed them the milk. It being the last day of the month, they were supposed to pay him. The waitress asked him to wait as she walked to the back office.

Despite her age, and she was clearly approaching fifty, she did not hesitate to look vulgar, and her hoarse, low voice from the ton of cigarettes she smoked only emphasized this. - Good evening. “I’m your only adequate neighbor—Martisha Loksen,” she stopped just a meter from Marcus and smiled at him carnivorously. Then she casually nodded her head at the neighboring house and added, not without a hint of disgust: “There lives an old man who has fallen into deep insanity.” He now has a new round of paranoia because of his precious cat, which has never seen the streets - he is sure that she was kidnapped and is now being tortured in some basement... A crazy senile... And the houses on the oppo

"Look, Ms. Martin, it's important to keep things peaceful with your neighbors. I'm just relaying unit 402's concerns. Please don't take it personally. We'll never resolve anything if you act like this—" "The problem isn't with me, so why should I have to solve it?" I interrupted, my patience thinning. "I've had my cat for years. It's vaccinated, has all its papers, and it's neutered. It has never caused any noise at night! If unit 402 can't stand it, they can move out or leave this world for good!" With that, I hung up. Dang it! Did they think I was some kind of pushover? I was really curious to see what tricks they'd try next.

I took a long deep breath and leaned back, burrowing my back in the wall, trying to get away but well, I couldn't. A man, in his late forties came into view and smiled. Those smiles that you would always see in a horror movie? Well, that's the one which was being thrown my way right now. I couldn't help but feel disoriented. I wanted to get away, please. Just get me the hell away from here. Anyone?

he said to me, and I nodded in agreement. He moved even closer to me, and I could feel the warmth of his body. I couldn't help but smile in that moment, and I looked up to see his face just as the spotlight shifted away from us. Wrong timing! "My name is Kent, and I'm your neighbor," I heard his name, but I couldn't understand his last words due to the loud music. I simply nodded so he wouldn't notice that I was getting lost in my own thoughts again.

Jai was sleeping soundly with Adira in his arms. I nodded, smiling at Ambien, "Yup," "My neighbor." ------------------------------------------------------------- A/N THAT'S IT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE NEIGHBOR IS OFFICIALLY FINISHED I really hope you guys enjoyed this book I sincerely thank every single one of you who even took a chance to read it, whether it was the entire thing or just a chapter, it still means a lot to me 😭😭 It took me a while to finish it clearly 😂

explained Manong Lito, someone her husband trusted. "Oh, it's you, Manong!" She quickly turned off the stove and faced the old man. With a smile, she took the three bottles of milk he brought. It wasn't a big deal for her. "That's okay, Mang Lito. Audric didn't ask for milk yesterday anyway." The old man's face lit up, and quickly said goodbye as he headed back to the cacao plantation. She nodded and turned to her cooking after setting the milk on the table. She kept moving energetically, making sure Audric would eat today. Even a small bite would make her glad!

I actually need to consume this however when I got there it became too overdue and it turned into all purchased out. Jeff Gray indicated with a nod that "milk will have to do." John Taylor: "You are something in and of yourself. I'm sorry, but I don't have any milk with me. Why don't I come along with you when you relocate and make the purchase?" The woman who was located on the aisle directly next to them overheard their chat, and then she cautiously offered a carton of milk to Jeff Gray while saying, "That..... Jeff Gray, if it's okay with you, I really have one here."

She arrived not as a queen, but as a daughter, bearing a basket of fresh bread and a problem. “The western farms,” she said, cutting straight to business as she sat at our table. “They’re reporting… well, repeats.” Kairi paused, a slice of bread halfway to his mouth. “Repeats?” “The same day. Twice. Old Man Hemlock swears he milked his cow, Grumpy, at dawn yesterday. Went to market, came back, and Grumpy’s udder was full again, as if she hadn't been milked. He thought he was going mad, until he spoke to his neighbor, who had plowed the same south field two mornings in a row.”

Lights were still on inside the neighboring house. I walked up the pathway and rang the bell. A few moments later, the door opened slowly. An elderly man stood there. He was wearing glasses and a grey sweater. Behind him, I could see an older woman peeking curiously from the hallway. “Yes?” the old man asked cautiously. I forced a tired expression onto my face. “Good evening. I am sorry to disturb you this late.” The man studied me carefully. “Can I help you?” I nodded. “I was a close friend of Doctor Mike.”