The-neighborhood-celebrity Novels & Stories

She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Anyway,” she said, grinning. “Guess who got cast for House of Stars?” “House of Stars?” I repeated. “You of all people should know what House of Stars is Neo. The reality show for actors, influencers, and celebrities in general. Cameras twenty-four seven. Weekly challenges, eliminations…. all the fun stuff.” “Oh.” This was my first time genuinely hearing of it. Despite being a celebrity, I hardly paid attention to other parts of the industry. “And you never mentioned it? You’re leaving now?”

Chapter – 0005 AIDEN He emphasizes the words “this neighborhood,” which is a quiet, old money kind of place – not the kind where you see naked football players running around. In other words, it’s stuffy as hell. I shrug. “I don’t give a shit about the neighbors. Some old lady was probably across the road looking at my ass through her binoculars and thanking her lucky stars that I moved in here.” Noah snorts. “I’m sure the neighbors appreciate it.”

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."

I wondered. I walked slowly towards the window with my arms wrapped around me. I grabbed the window handles to pull them back to close it but I stopped midway when I noticed the lights next door. Who could that be? The house beside us was empty for over a year. I squinted and could actually see the inside of the room through the window adjoining mine. Like seriously, I could strangle the guy who constructed these houses like that. So damn close! Anyway, we finally got some new neighbours. What an odd time to move in though, I couldn't help but think. I just hope they would be nice. My parents could have some pals.

I just got home from school and I entered my bedroom, hurriedly putting down my school things on top of my study table. I sat down on my bed with the intention to lay down for a minute before changing my uniform but I was surprised when I saw Yoon Jeonghan talking to someone on the phone. I could see his room perfectly through my window. This guy was my handsome neighbor since my seventh grade. He was at the same school as mine and he was two years ahead of me but that didn't stop me from liking him.

Claire Anderson spoke. "Yeah. We can. I don't know what he saw in her" She rolled her eyes at me. Now I see that, not all the celebrities you see on TV are truly sweet as they are in television. Just pretense. I wonder why Xavier didn't talk to anyone, instead he was on his phone till we got to a large house. The gate opened, the car drove in and parked in the garage. "We'd be leaving here before we go back. And don't look for Diana's trouble. She's a witch" Xavier said as we walked into our room.

I just bit my bottom lip because I couldn't stop smiling. He was finally slowly letting me in. Shaking my thoughts away. I had grabbed my MacBook and went to search for 'The Neighborhood shows.' Luckily they were currently on tour for their previously released album and they were pretty much playing at a whole lot of places near Eastwood Valley. The advantage of staying in Los Angeles, almost every artist played here. It was always part of any tour list. Booking two VIP tickets for the fifth of July. It was close enough since his birthday was the Fourth of July and guess what? He deserved to be happy, I didn't care if I wasn't but I just wanted him to be happy and always giving me that quirk

The tangy sweetness of the tomatoes, the explosion of garlic in my mouth, and the delicate hint of basil - it was a symphony of tastes that brought me back to Sunday dinners at Nonna's house. Shutting off the music, I turned on the TV to resume the crime-thriller TV show I had been watching on N*tflix. While I continued with my pasta and tomato sauce, my eyes aimlessly drifted to my door. On the side was Leonardo Salvadori, my new annoying neighbor. I couldn't help but ponder the enigma that was his business in Manhattan, or whether the concept of "work" even registered in his mysterious realm. It's almost as if he only thrived in endeavors that danced playfully on the line between legality

I said as I was eager for him to stop me. "I'm not stopping you" he said, not even looking at me. I sigh in defeat. "Whatever" I said as I head out towards the living room towards the entrance door. I made my way to the gate. I don't even know why my dad would tell me to go to the neighbour's mansion, I walked out of the gate. The neighborhood was really quiet, I headed to the neighbour's gate and it was opened. Weird. I walked in and oh my fûcking goodness......... this was humongous. Why does rich people need to compare their mansion. I thought as I was walking deep into the entrance.

Tyrell remarked and I couldn't help the heat that rose to my cheeks, it was normal for us to get a house, we were dating after all. From the corner of my eye, Cleo was rolling her eyes, and imitating a puking person until finally our neighbor arrived. "Hello, I'm Annette, but folks call me Ani, you just be our new neighbors, it's nice to meet you." She drew her hands out and shook us one by one. She was all smiles and bubbly, she looked to be in her late twenties. It seemed as though Tyrell was in no mood to be greeting neighbors as he was more focused on getting our things from the car.