The Novel Neighbor Novels & Stories

I go and stand next to her at the window and look out to see what, exactly, she is looking at. A handsome blonde man is working on the fence. I look at her and raise my eyebrows. “And who is he?” “He’s our new neighbor.” “Is he?” We both watch him through the window. “And what is our new neighbor’s name?” I ask. “Elliot.” “Elliot,” I repeat. “And where did you meet Elliot?” “At the park,” Owie interrupts. “Owie, eat your breakfast,” Jenna replies. My mouth drops open. “You’re going to the park to meet neighbors now?”

He was observant enough to notice something funny about me. “Birthday yesterday? You mean Nex? Single mom with different-colored eyes?” I became puzzled by the question asked. “You know Nex?” “We’re neighbors. Right next door to each other,” he answered. “If she has a friend like you with her, I guess it will help make things easy on her.” “What do you mean by that?”

I was still watching what was happening around me when suddenly, I saw a bus filled with lots of luggage coming into our streets slowly. “A new neighbor, huh? The kind that wouldn’t mind their business I guess” I hissed as I took a gulp from my tea and swallowed it peacefully. I hated neighbors that would never mind their business. They would always want to come over to your place to act all cool and pretend to be nice, so they could make their way into your heart. I could recall having an experience with a man called Nathan. He was nice and all sweet. He brought me cookies and I really enjoyed his company until one day, he came into my house very late at night.

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.

She said with a smile. I went inside my home and tried to sleep but the irritating girl kept making noises and I could not sleep. I have been enjoying this single bedroom apartment till now but now there will be a fly in the ointment... My new irritating and clumsy next-door neighbour. Ughhh !!!!

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

They chatted the entire way and soon arrived at her home. When Zoey stepped into the elevator, she found workers carrying home appliances, and they happened to get off on the same floor. Only then did Zoey recall her mother telling her that new neighbors were moving in next door. Their neighbors had yet to appear, but they had gradually moved some things over. Zoey was quite curious about them. From what she could tell, they were pretty well off. But why would they choose to move into such a small unit then? That was the only question Zoey wondered about. She wasn't excessively curious, either.

It was a far cry from the grandeur of the pack mansion, but the simplicity of it offered me something I desperately craved – freedom. I stepped out of the car, taking in the earthy scent of the nearby woods and the gentle chirping of birds. It was a stark contrast to the silence that had enveloped my old home. This was a fresh start, a chance to rediscover who I was without Thorne's shadow looming over me. "Welcome, Azalea," said a friendly voice from behind me. Startled, I turned to see my new neighbor, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a warm smile. "I'm Donna. If you need anything, just knock."

All l could focus on was the sight of my hand reaching for the door as the silhouette outside remained unmoving on the porch. Once the door clicked and swung open , l released a breath that l didn't realize l was holding. A red haired , potable sized girl in sun glasses immediately took in my appearance. "Are you the new neighbor?", She asked. My mouth opened up but l didn't respond sooner. Ignoring strangers was part of my life and I no longer needed friends ever since Amanda betrayed me. Something was really strange on her.

The muffled hum of the city outside, the faint creak of the lobby floor beneath our shoes, even the soft hiss of the elevator closing, it all disappeared. “Morning,” he said. His voice was calm, easy, carrying that familiar warmth that made my chest tighten without warning. “Morning,” I replied, trying to steady my breath as I adjusted my scarf. My hands were cold, my heart inexplicably fast, and I had to remind myself that we were just neighbors. Nothing more. Nothing complicated even though my mind refused to listen. “You’re up early,” he said with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Somewhat,” I admitted. “You too, I suppose.”