The Neighbor Next Door Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I smiled at him and went on writing. I'm really grateful that he's here with me today. I'd probably go crazy staring at the four walls of this small retail store. This place is just a few meters away from home, and there's not much crimes in Georgebury – which is probably why Papa let me take over. The houses here are almost half a kilometer away from each other, and I wholeheartedly wish to have more neighbors. "Did you read the last book I gave you?" My best friend asked.

All l could focus on was the sight of my hand reaching for the door as the silhouette outside remained unmoving on the porch. Once the door clicked and swung open , l released a breath that l didn't realize l was holding. A red haired , potable sized girl in sun glasses immediately took in my appearance. "Are you the new neighbor?", She asked. My mouth opened up but l didn't respond sooner. Ignoring strangers was part of my life and I no longer needed friends ever since Amanda betrayed me. Something was really strange on her.

Cold glares were all he always sent in my way. "Take my advice here, new girl", Evie started, leaning up to look over at me. "Don't get your hopes up if you a relationship kind of girl, John clearly doesn't do those but if you looking for a fun distraction, he lives right next door, it could be fun for you", She giggled. "Am not interested in him in fact I don't even know him yet", I insisted.

STELLA POV “Thank you for the cake. We'll enjoy it and welcome you to the neighborhood,” a voice called out cheerfully. The door shut in front of me. I moved to the next door, plate still in hand. I knocked lightly, shifting the plate in my hands. “It’s me… your new neighbor. I’m sharing a little slice of cake with my neighbors… since I just moved in.” Silence. I knocked again then I heard some scuffling inside the room.

Waiting for the taxi to come to a complete stop, Hannah ran her hands through her hair. She sighed, "It feels weird being home after so long". Handing the money to the driver, Hannah gathered her bags and made her way to the main apartment buildings door. Finally reaching her apartment door inside, Hannah fumbled for her keys and unlocked the door, and calling out for her girlfriend Oliva whom she regularly called Liv. "Liv are you home? Liv?". Walking around the apartment she noticed that the place was unusually messy with clothes strewn around and all over the floor. Hannah frowned. Liv was usually a neat freak constantly nagging Hannah to clean up either one of her messes or her gear off

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."

It was an angel who came to save me. END Thank you so much for reading! now we are going to start the story of the bad boy in the next door (2), story of Marlon and his wife.

“I won’t open the door for you. Go away.” Bam bam bam! Bam bam bam! It was so noisy that the neighbor living across from her opened his door. “Who is that? It’s nighttime! Can’t you be a little quiet?!”

She was used to quiet nights, stars, warm porches—not city rooftops, neon lights, and mysterious neighbors. Inside, the elevator hummed as it climbed to the tenth floor. Ruby watched the numbers light up one by one. Eight. Nine. She swallowed hard. Ten. When the doors opened, music hit them. Loud, pulsing, rhythmic. Not rude, not angry—just… wild. The hallway lights flickered red and gold compared to the calmer lights downstairs. Ruby stepped out carefully, clutching her backpack. At the far end of the hall, their new neighbor’s door was cracked open—just enough to spill voice, laughter, and music into the hallway like an invitation and a warning at the same time.

It looked like she had just appeared out of thin air. Rose messaged me to ask if she could move in right away. She was in a bind and needed a place to stay for a few months while on business. People usually thought about renting a room for a long time, but she was ready to commit. I did not question it since the faster I got a roommate, the quicker I could start saving money. I sent her my details and told her to come by the next day to check out the place. … The next day, a bombshell with curves in all the right places and the clothes to accentuate them rang my doorbell.