The Player Next Door Novels & Stories

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.

I barely noticed the sound of a car approaching, its engine cutting through the rain and my thoughts. “Amara?” a voice called, calm, gentle, laced with concern. I froze. The car slowed, its headlights catching the raindrops clinging to my eyelashes. Elijah. My next-door neighbor. Quiet, thoughtful, the kind of person who always noticed things without needing to be told. He leaned out of the window, rain running down his hair, and his gaze was fixed on me. “What are you doing out here? In this rain?” he asked, voice soft but steady.

Jai was sleeping soundly with Adira in his arms. I nodded, smiling at Ambien, "Yup," "My neighbor." ------------------------------------------------------------- A/N THAT'S IT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE NEIGHBOR IS OFFICIALLY FINISHED I really hope you guys enjoyed this book I sincerely thank every single one of you who even took a chance to read it, whether it was the entire thing or just a chapter, it still means a lot to me 😭😭 It took me a while to finish it clearly 😂

“Mr. Dick Balsac is.” Vi cackles. “Please tell me you’ll deliver that box to your neighbor personally.” “Or I could have it redelivered to the correct address,” I suggest. “It’s right next door!” Vi shouts. “And you haven’t met your new neighbor.” “I don’t need to meet my neighbor,” I protest. “I’ve already heard him quite enough, thank you very much.” He moved in just last week and already I’ve heard enough loud music and splashing in the pool than any one person should have to endure. I swear the other night I heard him playing bongos. Who plays bongos other than Matthew McConaughey??

I turn around and look at Brandon but find him staring at the stranger at the door. “Is this the pizza guy,” he asks with a confused expression. “No baby, he is our new neighbor and he came by to say hello,” I explain to him. “Ooh… do you play video games,” I hear Brandon asking the man standing at our front. He looks quite surprised by Brandon’s question but also has a lot of expressions crossing his face including confliction. “Umh ...Ye…yeah I’m quite good at it,” he answers. “Great then you will come with me tomorrow, right,” Brandon squeals excitedly.

He wasn't about to miss the game. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> So tonight was the night he would keep that promise. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> It was a sweet setup. A huge flat screen TV that dropped down remotely from the ceiling of his apartment. The images were so spectacular, so vivid, that no detail of the game was missed, right down to the film of slick sweat and colorful bruises that stained the players' faces. It was the next best thing to rinkside. Now the neighbors were thinking of getting one too.

' He sat next to her. "What's up?" He tried not to sound too eager. "Okay, I have the theme for our next series. It will be called 'My Annoying Neighbor'. I got the idea from Mr. Northgate. Remember him? That older man who lived next door to us when you were in middle school?" "I remember him. He was creepy. He used to knock on our door all the time. Asking stupid questions about our landscaping and pool."

says the narrator. She began to fend off sobs. When her feet were stuck in the carpet, she almost fell. Her friend, the next-door neighbour, walked into the living room after ascending the stairs to the first floor of the house. She ran up to her friend, who was almost crying. "Is everything all right?" she inquired, abruptly interrupting the two. "What's the matter, Leanne?" “Did he cause you any harm?” she remarked, her gaze falling on Mr.Ethel. "No, no, it's nothing," she says. Leanne replied, "He didn't do anything." "Is it true?" says the narrator. Are the security guards keeping an eye on us? “Are you watching us?” Mr. Ethel inquired of his next-door neighbour. She took a long time to

Patting my back, he did the same knock as last week so we could both pass through. "Your opponent is an amateur. His name is an usher. He's a little bigger than you, but I believe you can take it." Harper grins levelling a look at me. "Last chance to back out if you don't want to?" I chuckled. "What do I have to lose Harper?" **

To get to know my next door neighbor, Stephen Hosea Moore, a man possibly hotter than the sun, and shyer than an otter. How would that work out? I try not to stand too close to the window, in case he was there, I wish he was there, however deranged that sounds, wanting my neighbor to watch me twenty four seven. It is quite unfair that he can see me and I can only guess what he was up to. When I told Lara, he and I were supposed to drink this weekend, she said to make moves before then, so it will be easier, we don’t know if alcohol makes him clam up.