The Neighbor Novels & Stories

Brandon. "Ev! Ev! Everett!! Can you fucking stop talking for just a minute there?" I yelled. Thinking talking to Everett would be a consolation for my bad morning was an even worse idea than I expected. "Okay, jeez Brandon. The weather in Finland must be rubbing in on your sour attitude more than anticipated." “Can you just shut up?" He makes a zipping motion with his hands, throwing the invisible key away. "Thank you." “So can you remind me why you even tried to arrest your new neighbor?" He asked for the umpteenth time.

I occupy a small apartment that consist of one master bedroom, a living room and a kitchen, grabbing my key from where I usually hang it beside the door, I clicked open the door and out I went, locking it after me. I rushed into the elevator, smiling to my elderly neighbor who if I allowed, would never stop her greetings, she would be like, 'Hazel, the weather is so beautiful today' 'Hazel, did you watch the news last night, poor man couldn't believe his wife had been cheating on him for years' let me clarify you, she hardly watches the news but one TV drama that always play in the evening at 9:00, to her, everything is news. I pressed the ground floor on the button and smiled to my other ne

He step inside and another person showed up, it surprised me a little it was my hot neighbor, Isaac. “Good morning Bettany”. Isaac greeted me with a smile “Good morning”, I shyly greeted back. I didn’t expect I will bump into him again this morning. “Are you heading to work? He asked plastering his full smile. “Yes, I’m on my way”, he has these perfect white pearl teeth that showed when he smiled, what an amazing morning I thought. “Are you heading somewhere? I asked him. “I’m heading to work as well and this is my assistant Jeff he just arrived yesterday night”, Jeff this is Ms. Bettany Wright my neighbor”. He introduced.

While the master and his slave, or the service girl and the client, were doing whatever they desired to do with each other, the creepy neighbor next to Denny's house has been checking when Denny would come out of his home and was planning on "accidentally bumping" into him.

I ignore her, crouching down, my fingers still dug in my hair as I bawl my eyes out. “Did something happen to Adrian? He moved out quickly last night,” the neighbor says again. This time her voice is softer. She sounds concerned. If only she knew I can’t form words; neither do I want to. Song I listened to while writing: Next To Me (Jordan Rodrigues)

Maybe one of the neighbors knew someone who could help. I slipped back inside, grabbed my phone and a light cardigan, then stepped out through the front gate. The street was quiet as usual, lined with neat houses and trimmed hedges that made mine look even worse. Mrs. Henderson, my next-door neighbor, was outside watering her flowers. She was in her late fifties, always cheerful, always curious… maybe a little too curious sometimes. “Good morning!” I called, walking over with a small smile. She looked up, smiling back. “Well, hello there, dear! I was wondering when I’d see you again. How are you holding up?”

I took advantage of the opportunity to rush to the front door and greet whoever was knocking. "It's 7:00 p.m., and you're disrupting our night. It's fine to party, but you seem to be having so much fun that you've forgotten about your neighbors! Stupid kids!" One of our neighbors voiced her displeasure. She even stole a glimpse inside and grimaced. She was probably judging my batchmates now in her head. Three of our neighbors are standing directly in front of my door right now; they are all people in their 50s with angry expressions on their faces.

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 😂

“I don’t like being woken up at midnight over something stupid, and then being insulted. So, please, save your apologies and don’t bother me.” I opened my mouth, but the indignation stunned me, and I took a moment to find a response. “Neighbor?” I repeated, incredulously. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means you’re my neighbor. And I’m not interested in having unnecessary conversations with you.” I let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, right. Because it’s completely unnecessary to act like a decent person and accept an apology.” He shot me a quick look, raising an eyebrow. “And now I’m the rude one?”

I close the door and walk towards the entrance. “Look over there! It’s little Amber. Is she trying to get her friend’s money?” A voice spoke. A neighbor who lives one floor below me. “Shut up. You don’t know me. Go buy some cats and get a life. Stop bothering me,” I yell at her as I stomp my way in. In Front of my apartment door, a small bag filled with oranges. The only neighbor I like out of all the compound. I smile and walk to the door beside mine. I knock on the door as I hear small thumps coming from the inside.