The Novel Neighbor Novels & Stories

Nora’s POV I couldn’t believe what was happening. I stood in front of my neighbor’s house, surrounded by flashing lights and nosy reporters. They were all here because of the Claw Killer. He had struck again the night before, and this time he had killed my neighbors. I had seen their bodies. They were lying on their bed, their eyes wide open in horror. Their necks were cut open, and their chests were torn apart.

Especially when they wore glasses and looked like they belonged in a forbidden romance novel. They say the quite one fuck the hardest? Somewhere behind the door across the hall is my hot new neighbor gathering tools. Completely unaware that he had just become the newest mystery I would love to solve.

She was unaware of the man standing on the stoop next to theirs watching them. Hank had seen the new neighbor and wanted to make sure that he saw a loving couple. “I say we go watch that new movie on A****n.” “OK.” She replied back with a smile. They finished their way to the door and went inside. Neo watched them but didn’t buy the act. He knew what was going on. That guy might have the police department fooled, but not everyone bought his story. Bunny had suspicions and when the apartment next door became available, Neo moved in.

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.”

Monica’s comment gnawed at me all day and I couldn’t think about anything else. I knew I must wake up to reality. By the time I came back from work, I was duly exhausted, I slept off on the sofa when I heard a knock unexpectedly. I got up reluctantly to open the door, I saw an unfamiliar face, smiles all over, she greeted warmly as if we’ve each other for ages. “I’m your new neighbor, I came in last night, so I decided to introduce myself. My name is Martina, a widow with two teenagers, a boy of 16years and the girl is 14years old.” “You are much welcome Mrs. Martina, I’m called Jennifer, still single but not searching.” She laughed and said. “Wow! Good to know you are hooked for life. You m

" We watched the sun go down as we were walking I'd spend the rest of my life standing here talking You would explain the current as I just smile Hoping I just stay the same and nothing will change And It'll be us, just for a while Do we even exist? That's when I make the wish, To swim away with the fish ∆ The landlady is shouting since the early morning barking orders, I feel bad for the guys working since dawn. When I wake up this morning, Jamie informs me about the new neighbour moving in next door, I was furious at whoever it is because the room next door is one of the best but the landlady don't allow us to rent claiming she is to let her far relative stay for free and new neighbour is

The next-door neighbor saw Mona immediately approaching when the gate was not closed. "I'm coming in, the gate isn't closed," said the woman dressed in a negligee, approaching Mona who was busy picking up clothes. "Uh... Sister Susan, let's have tea first," Mona invited in a soft voice, for a while Mona was lazy to invite this woman who liked to gossip. "Thanks, Mon, please prepare some drinks too, I'm thirsty," Susan said and sat on the chair provided in front of the house. "Just a moment, sister. Mona put the clothesline first," Mona said then carried the clothes basket and Susan followed.

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

As they peered through their windows, some of the neighbors bounced on their toes and craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the new residents. Excitement built as rumors spread among the neighbors. "It looks like someone has finally bought that house!" they whisper to each other. One of the neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Bansal, a couple in their mid-50s, can't contain their curiosity any longer and decide to go meet the new family. They walk through the gate and find the owner of the new house instructing the movers on where to place the furniture. Mr. Bansal greets the owner cheerfully, saying "Good morning".

I furrowed my brows and looked at the neighboring house where the voice came from, but quickly averted my gaze when I saw him. He's smirking towards me. He's sweaty, topless, wearing red jersey shorts and matching basketball shoes. He looks like he just finished playing basketball. Anyway, he's Ero Martin, my handsome, sexy new neighbor. He moved in next to my house last week. We're not close because he seems arrogant, and all he brings is trouble. In the past week since he moved in, I've seen different women going in and out of his house.