Richard must be happy finding himself a nice girlfriend. What do you guys think of Katy?
As I stepped into our apartment after the delightful date with Katy, a sense of calmness enveloped me. The evening had gone well, and I couldn't help but feel a growing connection with her. But a chilling scream pierced through the air, sending shivers down my spine. The sound was unmistakably Haze's voice, filled with terror and anguish. Without a second thought, I dropped everything and rushed toward her room, my heart pounding with concern. Reaching their room, my worries intensified as I found the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open gently, my worry growing with each passing second. It was unusual for Haze to leave their room unlocked, especially considering the importance they placed on personal space. There, in the dimly lit room, I saw Haze on her bed, her body trembling and tears streaming down her face. It was evident that she was having a terrible nightmare. She was crying out in her dreams, her voice filled with desperation, 'Don't die, Ricky. Please don't leave me alone.
"Hey, Ricky," I greeted my brother in our usual manner as he sat on the sofa, engrossed in watching the news. "Hey, my sunshine, what's your plan for today?" he asked, his voice filled with the warmth and familiarity that I had grown to love. "I think I'll stay at home and work," I replied, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. I didn't want anything to disrupt this happiness. "In that case, I'll go grocery shopping. Let's have dinner together and invite Ren over," Ricky suggested, a wide smile stretching across his face. There was a part of me that sensed something wasn't right, urging me to stop him. But I couldn't say a single word to express my concerns, and my body felt frozen in place. Ricky looked at me, his eyes filled with love, and said, "I'll be back." As the door closed behind him, I heard the screeching sound of a car followed by a deafening crash and someone's scream. In that moment, I cried out, "Don't die, Ricky. Please don't leave me alone," my voice echoing t
I'm Richard Carter, a writer for a newspaper, magazine, and web novel. I write romance novels that you may come across everywhere – stories where a guy meets a girl in a really unexpected way and they fall in love in the end. However, what I'm about to share with you is not a novel. At least, if it were a novel, it wouldn't be about me; it's about my annoying roommate. It all started four months ago when I was having a meeting with my editor at the publishing company. It was supposed to be just like any other regular meeting I had with him, discussing what to write next. While waiting for him, I found myself in the office lounge where employees were taking their coffee breaks. They offered me something to drink, but I politely declined. I decided to utilize the time to continue writing my ongoing web novel. It had garnered quite a good number of readers, and they were eagerly anticipating the next update later today. Just as I finished writing a chapter, my editor returned and invited
People call me Haze. It's not my real name, but I've never bothered to correct them. This story isn't about me anyway—it's about my annoying roommate. It all started three months ago when I was waiting in the lobby of a five-star hotel for my friend, who takes forever to get ready. The hotel was one of the finest in the city, and my friend, Ren insisted on staying there because they offered a spa room in their presidential suite. As I was waiting, I grabbed one of the newspapers from the counter. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted from a nearby café, and the cool marble floors felt refreshing beneath my feet. I rarely read newspapers, but I had nothing better to do while I waited for my friend to go shopping with me. Sinking into a plush armchair, I unfolded the paper and relished the soft rustle of the pages as I flipped through the sections. Suddenly a group of tourists began to gather in the lobby, waiting for their tour guide. I'm not fond of crowded places, which is why
As Haze confirmed that she was indeed Miss Haze, I felt a wave of relief washing over me. I couldn't contain my excitement and began babbling, "Oh, that's great! I can't believe you actually let me live here. It will really help with my writing. I'm writing about celebrities and wealthy people's lives..." But before I could finish my sentence, Haze interrupted me, her voice filled with surprise. "Wait, what did you just say?" A sense of panic started to creep in, and I repeated my question, desperately seeking clarification. "You are Miss Haze, right? The one who contacted me about my newspaper ad?" As soon as I mentioned the newspaper ad, it seemed to click in Haze's mind. She stood there, lost in thought for a moment, causing my worry to escalate. To get her attention, I cleared my throat, making my presence known. She swiftly invited me into her apartment, stating that we needed to have a long talk. At that moment, a mix of relief, anxiety, and uncertainty washed over me. Steppi
I wanted to have a conversation with Richard before things became more complicated, so I invited him to sit down with me in the living room. It seemed like he had something to say as well. Taking the lead, I began by stating, "Regarding our living arrangement, I think it's important for us to establish a few ground rules. First and foremost, let's respect each other's privacy. Our rooms, bathrooms, and offices should be separate, and we should only enter the other person's space if given permission." Richard looked at me with a convincing expression and nodded in agreement. Continuing the discussion, I added, "It's fine if you want to have guests over, but please give me advance notice. I'll do the same for you." Richard remained quiet but nodded again, signifying his acceptance of my suggestion. Then, I brought up a personal matter, saying, "Lastly, I tend to make noise during the night. It's just a part of who I am, and I hope you won't mind." I noticed Richard's surprise at this pa
As the days turned into weeks, an undeniable tension started to brew between Haze and me. Our initial interactions, filled with curiosity and amicability, had slowly given way to annoyance and frustration. One day I try to experiment with my newfound idea of meatballs, when I asked Haze about her favorite food. She always eats little and looks a little bit anemic, so I decided to secretly mix tomatoes thinking it would help her health. When I was preparing a meatball, I put a small piece of tomato inside and cover the tomato smell with some delicious meat sauce. It looked perfect on the outside that no one will suspect a thing. I was so proud and called Haze to let her know dinner is ready. I confidently presented pasta with meatballs before her when she sat. I anxiously watched her eat the first bite, at first, everything was okay, but suddenly Haze threw out the food she was eating and then found the tomato piece inside it. I was ready to be scolded, but instead, Haze went to the
As I made my way back to my apartment from the gym, my phone began to ring. It was Cain, my dear friend. I answered, "Hey Cain, what's up?" He responded, "Hey man, you never call me first, you know that?" I apologized and asked what he wanted. "Do you realize you never invited me to your new home, when most of it was thanks to me?" he jokingly remarked. It was true that I ended up living in this apartment thanks to an ad that Cain had posted on my behalf. Besides, there was no reason why I couldn't invite my friends over, so I said, "Yeah, you can come today if you're free." He agreed, telling me to send him the address, and that he would be there for lunch. Typical Cain, always moving at his own pace. Upon entering the apartment, I saw Haze pouring herself a glass of water, so I mentioned my friend's upcoming visit. "Good morning," I greeted her. She replied with a simple "Morning." "I invited my friend over today; he'll be here for lunch," I informed her. Judging by her reaction, s