The Neighbor Novels & Stories

Sonia asked as Angela forced a smile. "GIVE ME BACK MY DOLL" The voice rang in her ears as cold shivers ran down her spine. "I don't like this place" Angela said "You're just a party popper" Sonia rolled her eyes. Just then,,, the sighted some people coming towards them. It was an old woman and a little girl of Sonia's age. They were their only close neighbor.... There are only few houses in the area. "Good day ma'am" They greeted the old lady. "Oh hi... You're our new neighbours??" She asked with a smile.

From the kitchen came the loud, rhythmic thuds of Ted mincing meat again. Suddenly, a detail I'd been overlooking popped into my head. This apartment was an inheritance from Ted's parents, and it was older than both of us combined. The soundproofing was practically nonexistent, and you could hear everything the neighbors did—washing vegetables, showering, or even flushing the toilet. The downstairs neighbor suffered from neurasthenia. If we made even the slightest noise at night, she'd come knocking on the door. Yet, despite Ted chopping away nonstop for the past two days, none of our neighbors had made a peep.

Although the jealous-looking neighbors were already wondering, "Who's this one that parked the Jeep here?." So when Patrick whined down his glass and asked, "Is this compound in front of me at Mama Tina's house?." The neighbor gasped as she stared at Patrick, seated in a Jeep, with admiration written all over her face. She forgot to answer Patrick's question until Amanda waved her right hand to the young lady. "Hello..?" Amanda waved her hands up, startling the young lady standing out in front of their own yard, and the neighbor smiled sweetly at them. "Yes, sure, that's Mama-Tina's compound. You're welcome" The female teen neig

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

I got home but couldn't stop thinking of the lady I met at the mall, who claimed to be my next door neighbor. "Next door neighbor". I murmured to myself How can I have a next door neighbor when I remembered I stayed in an estate with just my order brother, who is this lady and why was are her words ringing in my head.

Jenkins, Ayana finds not just a neighbor but a kindred spirit—a friend who understands her struggles and brings light and laughter into her life. As Ayana spends more time with her neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, she starts to pick up on subtle cues and behaviors that hint at a hidden past. There are moments when Mrs. Jenkins' cheerful demeanor falters, replaced by a fleeting expression of sadness or hesitation. Ayana notices these shifts, and a sense of curiosity begins to gnaw at her, prompting her to wonder about the secrets Mrs. Jenkins might be keeping.

I yell. The neighbor who lives next door opens her apartment door and mad at me “Hey young lady… what time is it!” The old lady says. I walk closer to her in dismay “I’m so sorry Mam… I’m looking for my friend who lives here, do you see her?” I say in dismay. “Ahhh… I think I saw her leave this place hours ago” She says as her temper is getting less. “Thanks for the information mam, I appreciate that,” I say.

The smile that graces her lips makes my heart skip a beat. Maybe I am starting to like my beautiful neighbor. *************************************************************** After having dinner with my father, I have just entered the home, and I have not even turned on the lights when I hear a loud groaning sound coming from outside. Peeking my head outside the door, I watch Ariana carrying shopping bags in both of her hands with an annoyed expression on her face. Quickly, stepping outside, I take bags from her hand. Instead of going to her place, she stomps inside my apartment, leaving me to follow her.

She shrugged and pouted. "My neighbor next door is a stranger, and you're still a stranger to me. It's no different." "Do you also drag your neighbor next door to eat bread with you?" "No, but that's not the point!" "Do you have...like, weird endearments for your neighbor, too?" "Hell no, he's a kind grandpa, he gave me a pack of his baked cookies one time." "Do you know his name, then?" She stopped moving. "No..." "We're different if that's the case, then."

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."