The Novel Neighbor Novels & Stories

I ignored him and went to lie down on the opposite side of the bed. "You didn't?" He pressed, feigning shock. "The children must have, they have nearly nothing to do and since the neighbors are far, they have no children to play with." Julien put back the dress and lay beside me. "If you're bored and you need another woman to chitchat with, worry not, our neighbors should be back by morning." "Neighbors? You mean the people who live in the next house?" "Yes." I looked away to hide my smile. Finally! Maybe I won't miss having Hailey around so much.

The blonde female near the one that looks like Noah’s brother just glares at me, what the hell is her problem. “Hi guys, this is Tasmine Kelly, my next-door neighbour,” Noah said with a big grin on his face. I can see the boys are thinking while the female has a bitchy look on her face.“No she’s not, Lee is your next-door neighbour.” She snapped at Noah.

Only this was a small town and I didn't want Cynthia and I to be the neighbourhood gossip. Cynthia saw me to the door. “Hold,” I said and moved to the window close to the door. I peeped at the street through the slightly parted curtain and saw darkness was beginning to fade, but the streets remained deserted. I looked at the houses around and none of the windows were lit. I nodded. I moved to embrace the serene ember of Cynthia's body and I whispered, “Thank you.” She lightly caressed my back. “Thank you too.” I broke the hug and locked my gaze with her starlit gaze to see the look of longing in her eyes. They gleamed with a silent radiance that begged me to stay. But there were our neighbou

“What? Do you actually think you lost out? “You’ve met these ladies. You’re clearly out of their league. “The idea of this whole thing started because they couldn’t leave the place. “If you can’t cut it, quit now.” The residents couldn’t leave the place. It sank in right there and then how things didn’t add up in the neighborhood. I had never come across male residents around the area, nor were the residents ever seen leaving the neighborhood. I suspected they were trapped in the community. Emmy read my mind.

Grace had seen him almost every summer, but they had never really spoken beyond the usual polite greetings. He was just Evan. The quiet neighbour across the street. Grace carried her suitcase inside and spent the next hour opening windows, unpacking, and trying to cool the house down. The afternoon passed quickly. By evening, the heat had softened enough for her to go outside. She decided to take a walk. She locked the front door and slipped the spare key beneath the mat, just as her aunt always did. Then she headed down the street. When Grace returned about forty minutes later, she noticed something strange. The front door was slightly open. She stopped on the porch. Her first thought was t

Nikita blurted out. “Please don't!” I retorted. “What is it about? I know you have been itching to tell me something.” “Was it that obvious?” Nikita reasoned out. A sad giggle escaped my lips, “Why do I feel like I know what you are about to talk about? Tell me it's not about Judas.” “You know that our potato-looking neighbour, a girl, came by his house this morning… looking for him,” Nikita announced, and I rolled my eyes from exhaustion. “He brought another one at dusk.”

“Or maybe it’s the scary neighbor looking into our house again.” I roll my eyes and push her shoulder. “Funny.” Our neighbor is an old man who almost never leaves his house. We usually see him through his windows, sitting in his living room watching television or standing in the kitchen with a drink in his hand. We’ve never really seen him outside. Except once. When he was standing in our garden. Looking into our house. The memory still makes my skin crawl. Zara had grabbed a hammer and stormed outside like a warrior ready for battle, only to discover it was him standing there, blinking at us like he had no idea how he’d ended up there.

I cannot afford to eat out, so I can only continue experimenting in my kitchen to survive. “Hi, Catalina,” a voice calls. I look up to find my neighbor gawking at me with a creepy smile on his face, “I was wondering if you want to have dinner with me tonight?” “Thank you for the offer, Nevan, but I’ll pass,” I mutter and brush past him in an attempt to reach the gate quickly and escape from his shrinking watch. Ever since Nevan rented the upstairs apartment of the house I live in, he’s always watching me closely, he figures out everything I do, knows my schedules and where I go, leaving me to wonder how he does that.

I left the door ajar and walking back to the living she was at the door talking to someone with smiles on her face. A shiver ran through my blood bringing back the memory of Adrain the day he came over to threaten me. My feet felt wobbly so I leaned at the wall for support. Mother turns and beckons to me with a wink "We have a new next door neighbor. Come say hi." Matthew pecked my cheek the second he saw me at the living room and go back to his computer games. The house feels like a dream come true indeed. "I'm not interested. I'll be in my room." I tried to shut down any interaction with any bloody neighbor. People aren't my favorite sport.

Jacob knew this woman well, his next-door neighbour, otherwise known to him as 'that hot MILF next door'. "No? I see." She continued, taking Jacob's stunned silence as a response, "Well... Hi, I'm Mrs Harper. I'm your neighbour from next door. But I guess you already recognised me." Jacob stood awkwardly, unable to speak while his mind internally screamed to start working. "I promised your mother that I'd return this book. Do you mind if I come in?" Mrs Harper chuckled awkwardly as she waved a book at Jacob. "Yes!" Jacob exclaimed in agreement, albeit louder than he expected to, "Yes... Yeah, I know you, Hi"