The Neighbor Mga Nobela at Kwento

*MY NEXTDOOR NEIGHBOR TURNS OUT TO BE A SERIAL KIDNAPPER, AND I'M A LIVING WITNESS,* the headline would read. But that would be in her dreams; the iciness in his topaz eyes spoke volumes of that. Denying that her teeth weren't chattering in fright from being alone with this ruthless neighbor of hers was a fat lie. Though, he didn't have to know. Especially how her walls were clenching beneath her. She felt the burn and the slickness mix at a time like a deranged slut getting off at the foreplay of a vulgar client. “I'd believe you better if you promised to bury me. Besides, I'm not leaving the little girl behind.” Despite the tremor in her legs, she raised her chin in defiance.

“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?!”

I am the only student in the entire nation to achieve a perfect score for my SATs this year. My high school has only just posted the list of top scorers on their notice board when the neighborhood's HOA group chat explodes in awe. "Did someone from our neighborhood just get full marks for the SATs? We're already a prestigious neighborhood close to the best high schools in town, and this news will only drive our property values up even more! We might even be able to rent for 1,500 dollars per square foot soon!" "I bet it must be one of those kids from the huge mansions. They've been attending the most elite boarding school since they were young." The HOA vic

The door opens after the second knock. “I killed a chicken,” The little girl says, flashing her canines. “Sorry.” She wasn’t at all sorry. The neighbor gasps, much like how her mother did. Confusing her greatly so. What was it with the adults today? Why were they acting weird? The neighbor drops whatever it was she was holding, a pot full of water. The water spills down on their feet, soaking her skin making her muddy. The neighbor’s child peeks through the doorway, curious as to why her mother had dropped a pot full of water. “Mom?”

The Pink Devil started laughing hard after Terrance asked about the neighbors. "My Neighbors? Do you really think that my neighbors will care that some random car is on my driveway? My neighbors never cared about what I did or who I brung home. Heck, the first time I moved into Hilldrive; none of my neighbors bothered to greet me or even once said 'Hello' to me. They continued living their lives and treated me like I never existed. 'Love thy neighbors', my ass! Even if my neighbors cared, it's none of their fucking business to get involved with my personal life and privacy. So the neighbors won't help you escape.", she explained

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.

Blanche nods with a small smile. Truth be told, I do not have to see the inside to know that I love it. The outside is just so beautiful. I bet the inside is just as stunning. "Let's go in." She says and we head to the door. While she was struggling to get the door open, I took the time to look around the neighbourhood. All the houses are very beautiful and well taken care of. The grass patches are all neatly trimmed with flowers and little plants on the sides. The different browns all clash and form a serene feeling over the whole neighbourhood.

"Take care." "Whatever." Though, Fera somehow felt glad, knowing her cousin drove all his way to her location. After her cousin pulled out, she could see all her nosy neighbors being their selves. Before she could even get in she heard a quiet remark. "Big time." She didn't bother to look who it was, it was her neighbor next-door who forgot the word privacy. His vocabulary must be malfunctioning. Fera silently ranted. Don't they know the word privacy and learn to stick their nose out from someone's business.

And because she was such a nosy creature, she even moved closer to the closed gate – putting her ear on the metal to listen to their conversation more. “Who was that?” A hoarse voice asked. It was surely from someone older than her neighbor. “I don’t know. Some random people.” Her neighbor replied. Leila felt offended that he didn’t even remember her name, but his next words made her blood boil. “Just throw these cookies away. I don’t like any of them.” He ruthlessly commanded. She gasped in horror and her eyes widened. Her cookies! “What kind of cookies? Maybe, I can taste it. Just give it to me.” The man with the hoarse voice answered.

Her eyes turned wide, seeing my face, and she looked away. “You didn’t tell me this house had neighbors.” “W-well, Mister Aiden, this is the only house that fits all your needs from two garages to more rooms and security. I’m sure you can overlook neighbors living in such a cozy home. And those are the Millers, I can introduce to them when we—”