Novel & Cerita The Neighbor Next Door

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.

we said at the same time,we finally looked up at each other. Oh, no, it’s the guy next door, he’s attending this college? 😍 Alexander’s P.o.v😍 I looked up at the person i bumped and it was my neighbor but she had a different color of eyes. “Why are you starring at me like that?” She asked as she packed her books. I tried to help her but she smacked my hand off. “Am just trying to help you” “I don’t need your help, it’s bad enough that you are blind” She said and stood up.

I cautiously squinted through the peephole and saw the last face I ever expected to show up at my door. My grumpy, mean, old neighbor from next door. What business does he have? I jumped slightly when he slammed his fist on the door again. With a dramatic sigh, I twisted the knob and opened it. And instantly wrinkled my nose. Not because of him—but because of the god-awful smell. What is that? Did someone just die? “May I help—?” “You rude, dirty little woman!” he bellowed like Gandalf but make it evil. “If you think you can just ruin my whole night with your vomiting racket last night, think again! I couldn’t sleep at all. And now there’s all this construction noise going on in there!”

"Thank goodness! I absolutely am a Large dog kind of gal. Okay so we're two for two, what's next?" "I have one, what about family relationships? Is family and friends important to you?" Hannah asked. "I adore my family and friends. I was an only child but I am a social butterfly through and through." Grace chimed in. "I have five sisters and of course my parents and I swear if we're not together physically were at least texting or calling pretty often. So It's looking like we've covered the main points so far. You and I both know that violence and cheating are absolutely out of the question."

I barely noticed the sound of a car approaching, its engine cutting through the rain and my thoughts. “Amara?” a voice called, calm, gentle, laced with concern. I froze. The car slowed, its headlights catching the raindrops clinging to my eyelashes. Elijah. My next-door neighbor. Quiet, thoughtful, the kind of person who always noticed things without needing to be told. He leaned out of the window, rain running down his hair, and his gaze was fixed on me. “What are you doing out here? In this rain?” he asked, voice soft but steady.

SHAYLE Oh my god. He actually recognized me. The shock hit me as I blinked at him, heat crawling up my neck, and for a moment my tongue glued itself to the roof of my mouth. “Uh… I’m your neighbor,” I stammered out, clearing my throat way too late. “Next door.”

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.

No matter how much I wanted to avoid him, I couldn’t. Not really. He wasn’t just the guy who made my life miserable at school. He was my neighbor. He lived twenty feet away. Always had. Maybe always would. As if sensing me, he looked up. Our eyes met. For a moment neither of us moved. The teasing wasn’t there. Neither was the cruelty. There was only that same strange look from earlier. Like he was trying to figure something out. I looked away first. Of course I did. I always did.

For my first on-line date, I call this a win so far. "Yeah, they keep me busy. I'm not sure how working moms do it, especially when they're single. It seems like it's never-ending work." "Who is watching them tonight?" "My next-door neighbor. He and I have become great friends since we moved in." "That's nice. Having someone you can count on live next door." "Yeah. It is. And my husband's captain lives a few doors down, so I'm kind of surrounded by people to take care of us in the event of an emergency."

They chatted the entire way and soon arrived at her home. When Zoey stepped into the elevator, she found workers carrying home appliances, and they happened to get off on the same floor. Only then did Zoey recall her mother telling her that new neighbors were moving in next door. Their neighbors had yet to appear, but they had gradually moved some things over. Zoey was quite curious about them. From what she could tell, they were pretty well off. But why would they choose to move into such a small unit then? That was the only question Zoey wondered about. She wasn't excessively curious, either.