The Neighbor Novels & Stories

As she proceeds to open the door, sounds of running steps approaches and passes in a jiffy. “Did you hear that?” “Yes” Bensjasmin replies and still proceeds to open the door but I held her hand and gave her the "don't go look". She shrugs and matches to her seat. As if on cue, my phone rings and I quickly walk to pick it up. It's my neighbor. “The neighbourhood is not safe. I heard there's an intrusion by some strangers. Be safe” My neighbor, a mother of three children whispers and the call ends immediately.

he said flatly. Ruby blinked. Was he serious? “Delivery—? I’m not—” She breathed out sharply, steadying her voice. “I live here.” Kai raised an eyebrow. Just one. Slowly. Annoyingly. “Oh,” he said, sounding entirely unimpressed. “You’re the new neighbor.” “Yeah,” she said, exasperation leaking into her tone, “and you’re blocking the driveway.” He didn’t apologize. He didn’t even pretend to care.

My dog really is one of a kind. I was about to retreat inside when a chorus of moans and breathless whispers drifted over from my only neighbors-a young couple, Junior and Andeng, who lived alone in the cottage next door. "Junior, please! Not now-it's too early. Sasha might hear us!" I froze in place, a groan building in my throat. Here we go again. "Come on, Andeng-you left me hanging last night-" Oh boy. Junior, you're wearing that woman out!

Her once-rounded belly had shrunk, and her eyes hollowed with sickly pallor. Suddenly, I remembered that long-lost Ragdoll cat. “What are you here for? “Julian must have told you. The apartment next door that he gave you was purchased with marital assets. It’s now been awarded to me. “You have no right to stay there anymore.” Ivy’s eyes no longer held their former superiority or defiance. She knelt before me and pleaded. “Clara, please don’t misunderstand! I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m here begging for help!

“Or maybe it’s the scary neighbor looking into our house again.” I roll my eyes and push her shoulder. “Funny.” Our neighbor is an old man who almost never leaves his house. We usually see him through his windows, sitting in his living room watching television or standing in the kitchen with a drink in his hand. We’ve never really seen him outside. Except once. When he was standing in our garden. Looking into our house. The memory still makes my skin crawl. Zara had grabbed a hammer and stormed outside like a warrior ready for battle, only to discover it was him standing there, blinking at us like he had no idea how he’d ended up there.

"A good neighbor is a present help. If you let my son use this place as his playroom, wouldn't he be just like your grandson? "With the addition of a grandson, you'll have more support later in life. You old fool, how can you not understand this?" I raised the knife and swung it once through the air. "If you don't leave right now, believe me, I'll chop you to pieces." Shirley stepped backward again and again until she finally retreated outside. I slammed the door shut. Her shrill, annoying voice was finally cut off. I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons.

By the time I got downstairs, Ethan’s jacket had been torn to shreds. Ethan looked at the Doberman in terror, his face pale. “Dad! S-Save me!” Ethan gasped for air, his tone full of fear. Standing there, the neighbor, Andrew Livington, said in disdain, “You have a rude kid. “My baby girl is just playing with you. Why are you screaming for help?” Bella the Doberman got more hyped up. She put her paws on Ethan’s shoulders while drooling.

A man opened the door and smiled. “Good evening sir, do you remember me?” He asked politely. Nathan allowed him in and gestured him to sit. “I don’t forget I encounter, Neil, right?” offering him an orange juice. “My mom told me you live…. Our new neighbor, it’s really good to see you again, sir” he smiled. “Always thank you for saving me, I’m very grateful to your sir” He stood and lowered his head. “Thanks, but it’s okay, sit, my name is Nathaniel Bernard, you could call me Nathan. We can drop the formalities since we’re neighbors now. We’ll be seeing each other very often.”

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

“ Oh, hi…Good afternoon! “ Says a smiling girl, despite being surprised to see me. He was blonde, thin and his face wasn't strange to me. “ Good afternoon." “ Well, my name is Lucia, I see you’ve woken up!" I didn't respond and continued staring at her, why the hell is she coming to my house. “ Sorry to appear like this, but I usually see your brother around here" I looked at her, understanding why she came without warning. Despite living in a condominium full of countless houses, it was not common for neighbors to make unexpected visits and as a police officer, I am already suspicious due to my profession.