The Player Next Door Novels & Stories

JASMINE I kept screaming even as I rushed inside the house and up to my room. “Honey, what’s wrong?” my mom asked, but I ignored her, screaming all the way upstairs. I slammed the door behind me, my heart thudding wildly. It was beating way more than it should, and I felt like I was about to have a panic attack. Jack is my next-door neighbor. I don't know if I should feel nervous or happy about it. The boy I have had a crush on is now my next-door neighbor.

I got home but couldn't stop thinking of the lady I met at the mall, who claimed to be my next door neighbor. "Next door neighbor". I murmured to myself How can I have a next door neighbor when I remembered I stayed in an estate with just my order brother, who is this lady and why was are her words ringing in my head.

(Collected the glass from Logan and stepped on it, breaking it, then a knock was heard) ANYA: I'll get it (moved towards the door and opened it ajar) CLAIRE: Um...hi ANYA: Yeah? CLAIRE: (feels intimidated) Well, we're the um.... we're just moving in and we kinda need a...um.... hammer so I thought the people next door will...you know...um...lend it to us. ANYA: Hang on (closed the door without letting her in) CLAIRE: (pouts) Sassy

The old lady waved her hand and said impatiently, "I don't know him. I said I don't know him!" She then slammed the door with a bang. Sonnet stood at the front for a while, organized her thoughts, and knocked on the door of the house next door. "Excuse me, do you live next to Tre?" Neighbor nodded and responded, "Yeah. Tre died years ago, though." "I’d be alright even if I can only find his family members, but the old lady next door said that I’m at the wrong place."

“Come, sit. We were just about to have dinner.” She gestured toward the table. “This is Aaron—my boyfriend.” She grinned mischievously. “Guess we already know that part, right?” A small, uneasy laugh escaped all three of them. “Babe,” Nadia continued, turning to Aaron, “this is Dianne—my best friend and my neighbor.” She beamed. “She lives next door.” Aaron smiled faintly. “Nice to officially meet you again… this way.” “Yeah,” Dianne replied. “Nice.”

"Wait." I looked away. "Is this his shirt?" I swallowed hard. “Yes." Maya just stared at me as I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. "And I found out last night that he lives next door." The room went silent. Then… "HE WHAT?!" "Lives next door.” I repeated slowly like I was reminding myself. "Next door as in same street?" "No, same building.” Her jaw dropped. "Same floor?" "Yes… ground floor." Her eyes somehow widened even further. "Ariana. You sat on a stranger's lap and he turned out to be your neighbor?"

The music was no longer playing and I guess that was a good thing. "Oh hi...i'm your neighbour, i stay in that flat over there" i pointed to my door. "I actually came to tell you that your music is very loud and I can't seem to sleep. So if you could please reduce the volume or better still, just turn it off. I would appreciate it." I said as politely as I could. "The audacity" He scoffed and looked at me like I was joking. Do i look like I'm joking?

"He used to cook for me too, all the time." The bed began moving toward the operating room. William gripped my hand tightly. I forced a small smile. "What are you so afraid of?" I asked. "If you don't make it out... what am I supposed to do?" he said. I paused. Then, I said quietly, "Then let's meet again in the next life." Our hands were pulled apart, and the doors of the operating room closed behind me. … [In the Next Life — March 16, 2024, 2:07 AM — I'm Turning Into An Angel]

And why did it feel like she’d just brushed against something dangerous enough to destroy her? She unlocked her apartment with trembling fingers and stepped inside, leaning back against the door once it shut. Her chest rose and fell too fast as she tried to steady herself. This was ridiculous. He was just a neighbor. A rich, arrogant neighbor with an unsettling presence. Nothing more. Yet, even as she told herself that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had already been noticed in a way she couldn’t undo. Next door, Caeldrin Blackwood stood in silence as the door clicked shut behind him.

Then the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Arielle and her mother. 'Oh no. She's here to confront me,' I thought. "Sorry to bother you," Arielle's mother said. "We just moved in next door." Still rattled, I answered, "Hello. I'm Neil Gates." "Here's the thing—I have to go on a business trip for a week. My daughter… isn't quite right in the head." She tapped her temple. "Could you possibly look after her? I'd really appreciate it."