The Player Next Door Novels & Stories

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

However, his expression was icy and unsmiling, and for a second she wished he'd just snap her neck out of anger rather than the perilous calmness and composure he exuded. “Um, I'm Cee, your next-door neighbor.” She introduced herself, flashing a bigger grin than necessary. But the hardness in his gaze only switched to a poker expression that made her skin crawl in dread. Due to the extreme focus she had on his face, she didn't realize when her back slammed against the brick walls of his apartment that the force made her wince. Meanwhile, his height dwarfed her presence as they now stood inches from each other, and she found herself holding her breath.

I yell. The neighbor who lives next door opens her apartment door and mad at me “Hey young lady… what time is it!” The old lady says. I walk closer to her in dismay “I’m so sorry Mam… I’m looking for my friend who lives here, do you see her?” I say in dismay. “Ahhh… I think I saw her leave this place hours ago” She says as her temper is getting less. “Thanks for the information mam, I appreciate that,” I say.

Lily excitedly snuggled into my arms, and Kael shifted even closer. Now I was truly sandwiched. A clingy little sister on my left, a possessive musician on my right, and a grumpy uncle on the floor ready for "guard duty" at a moment's notice. What was this, a horror game sitcom? The ghost version of Full House? On the sixth day, there were only three players left. Me, Ethan, and Chloe. 【GAME ALERT: Player Tom has been eliminated.】 【TIME REMAINING: 4 Days】

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.

“I don’t think I have met you two.” He indicated to the other players at the table. “I already said I am Adrea,” Adrea said as she checked her cards. She had a pair of nines — one of spades and the other of diamonds. “I am Laurence,” the player next to Moreau said. “Francis Sutton,” the player after Laurence said. “You can call me Frank.” Frank then looked at Adrea and said, “I detect a similarity in your accent and Moreau’s.” Adrea smiled and said, “We play for the same sponsor. And flew here from the same city.”

Nadia opened it and took a small sip, her hand was shaking. Adrian noticed as he sat across from her, his elbows resting against his knees. “What happened?” Nadia looked at him. “I know you're probably wondering how I found out you live here.” Adrian raised an eyebrow. “You're my neighbor?” “Yes.” She gave a faint, humorless smile. “I'm right next door. I suppose the division between the buildings is why we've never crossed paths.” Adrian nodded. “I don't have time to explain much.” Nadia glanced at the clock.

Camden A commotion next door grabs my attention. There's yelling and cursing, all coming from Tate's house. Setting my dinner aside I peek through the curtains and find two people in Tate's front yard. It's so dark I can't make out what is going on, but it doesn't look good. Turning the porch light on, I step outside, the unmistaken sound of a fist connecting with bone being heard and a rush of energy surges through me.

She shrugged her shoulders and darted her eyes from side to side . “I am okay and our next door neighbors are coming over later for some tea .” “ Did you bake?” “ Yes , I made that cake you love . “ “ please save me a slice ?” “ No need to ask I will always save you a slice of cake .” “I’m fighting a losing battle with sleep .” “ Don’t fall asleep while you are online . “ “ I will not fall asleep . “ “ Quick question . The guy you replaced plays for Paul’s club right ?”

Here to see someone… one of the girls he bangs, I’m sure. Whatever. "All that training and you still s*ck, Everett." I take a quick glance around. Empty. Good. "We both know that's a lie from that smart mouth of yours. By the way, Mr. Edward is going to kill you this time around." He smirks. How does he know this too? Eish. Are you a stalker? I'm tempted to ask. But then again... this annoying guy is actually my neighbor. He must have seen my pretty *ss when I leapt out my window.