The Next Door Neighbor Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

STELLA POV “Thank you for the cake. We'll enjoy it and welcome you to the neighborhood,” a voice called out cheerfully. The door shut in front of me. I moved to the next door, plate still in hand. I knocked lightly, shifting the plate in my hands. “It’s me… your new neighbor. I’m sharing a little slice of cake with my neighbors… since I just moved in.” Silence. I knocked again then I heard some scuffling inside the room.

Just want to hear something to confirm if this is real or not. For a house this big, I expect to see at least one or two people moving around, maybe a cleaner, a driver, someone, but there’s nothing. Just silence and the faint sound of my footsteps as I walk toward the door. I reach it and hesitate for a second, then press the bell. Nothing happens immediately. Then I hear a soft click. The door unlocks on its own. I blink, looking around slightly…like is this some kind of remote door or something? “Okay…rich people,” I mutter under my breath before pushing the door open.

He stepped ahead to the mailroom entrance and held it open for me, his fingers brushing lightly against my arm as I passed him. My skin warmed instantly at the contact, but the reaction wasn’t sharp like before. It wasn’t hunger. It wasn’t obsession resurfacing. It was awareness. Soft, steady awareness. “Thanks,” I said. “Anytime.” Inside, a few neighbors were chatting quietly. A couple sorting mail. A woman pushing a stroller. And from the open door leading to the courtyard, the smell of something smoky and familiar drifted in. I sniffed the air. “Is that… grilled food?”

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.

I stare at the screen for a second. How do I even explain this? How do I explain that my mother just informed me I’ll be living next door with the boy who makes my life miserable? How do I explain that said boy showed up at my bedroom window five hours later asking for a favor? How do I explain my life without sounding completely insane? Ella: I have to stay next door for two weeks. The typing bubble disappears. Then reappears. Then disappears again. Finally: Lila: …with HIM??

By the time I reached his door, I had to pause, my forehead leaning against the cool wood. That’s when I heard it. A very low and cocky male voice…. “Come on, bro, tell me about your stepsis. Is she hot? Did something happen? Don’t tell me nothing happened, man. Living with a fine girl like that under the same roof… I wouldn’t be able to control myself if I were you.” My stomach lurched. What!? Ice ran through my veins. Slowly and carefully, I pressed my ear closer to the crack in his door, and then—there he was.

I hurried to close the door, eager to get the image of what I had just seen out of my head, but not before looking at the guy’s face and getting another big shock. It was the cute boy from yesterday. My next-door neighbour.

Valerie was out of town again for important business, and here I was, in the one-room apartment I had rented the moment I emptied my savings account. I sniffed the aroma of coffee flowing in from the room next door. A neighbor had moved in a week ago, though I hadn’t met them yet. My phone buzzed, and I reached for it, yawning until my eyes turned teary. A smile worked its way to my lips as I read the email from the company I had ordered fiction books from. My books had been delivered at my doorstep. It was such a good way to start the day—fabulous. I found my way to the door and stretched for a few seconds before my eyes finally fell on the box of my books on the floor, intentionally placed

"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.