The Unexpected Neighbor

The Unexpected Neighbor

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***WARNING!*** This story DOES NOT have a happy ending! This will be a PREQUEL of the next book that I am writing! In a sleepy little town where the biggest town events are the Friday night high school football game, Cahdla dreams of becoming a celebrity chef. Unlike her friends, she's not looking for romance and is content to live with her parents and little brother until she graduates from culinary school. Everything changes when a stranger buys the house across the street. She likes the appreciative glances that he throws her way. She thinks he's handsome, but why is he always with another guy? Will Cahdla ever discover this mysterious man's identity? Will it lead her to love, or will she discover that the man isn't what he seems? Highest rankings: #20 in BoyNextDoor #17 in GirlNextDoor #71 in SlowRomance #94 in SmallTowns #253 in Neighbors #265 in Complicated #371 in PlotTwist #471 in Mysterious #713 in MatureLanguage
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Genre: Romance | Mystery | Slow Burn | Urban Slice of Life Description: You live a quiet, ordinary life-working shifts at a cozy pastry and drinks café, exchanging texts with your overprotective brother Jake, and returning to the silence of your small apartment at night. Everything is safe. Predictable. Yours. But lately, something has shifted. He's always there. On the corner. Across the street. Sometimes on his bike, helmet resting on his knee. Sometimes at a table with nothing but black coffee. He doesn't speak much. He watches. At first, you brush it off. Coincidence. But days pass. Then weeks. You begin to feel his eyes before you even see him. He doesn't flirt. He doesn't approach. But he stays. Drawn by a presence you can't explain, you start to wonder: Who is he? And why does it feel like he's been waiting for you to notice? In a city of noise and people who pass like shadows, his silence crashes into you louder than anything else. And soon, you'll have to decide whether to shut the door-or let the stranger on the bike in. --- I do not own these characters besides the female lead, this does not apply to their actual lives and is made purely for fun. Please give credits if u want to use the story. Thank You and Enjoy! 🚫Please don't steal, Plagiarism is a crime🚫

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