All My Roommate's Love Novels & Stories

she smiled softly. "No. I'm not pretending." "Definitely yes you are!" "Aria..." "I'm serious." Liam rubbed the back of his neck. "I think you've completely misunderstood..." "I haven't." "We're teammates." "Mhm." "We're roommates." "Mhm." "We're..." He hesitated. "...Friends." "Mhm." "Stop saying 'mhm.'" She grinned devilishly, "I'll think about it." He sighed. "There isn't..." He searched for the right words. "...Whatever it is you think there is."

At that point I was done parking my clothes, I took some bathing items, and added some toiletries . “Our rooms are just opposite from each other, “ her voice ringing with excitement. “Including that annoying Liam of a wanker.” she added in disbelief. Girls are really unpredictable… one second she’s smiling, the next she’s not. “Wait, What?” l exclaimed in shock as though l wasn't happy to hear about that. This would be a lot more fun than l expected… Having Liam's room opposite mine is one of the most sensible things these people had ever done. I guess this is not just a trip, It is a vacation trip for Liam and l… a chance to step up my game and get my fuck mate back, where no one could noti

The world had continued to exist in its usual arrangement and yet something felt fundamentally different about all of it, the way a room looks slightly unfamiliar after you have been away from it for a long time, even when nothing inside has changed. I had enjoyed the night. That was the honest part, the part I could admit to myself while I was still alone in the quiet of the room with nobody watching my face. I had enjoyed it more than I wanted to, and that was exactly where the problem began, because Matthew was not someone I was supposed to enjoy anything with. Matthew was Scott's best friend.

Her bedroom was definitely a no go area and I couldn’t force my way into it. I couldn't stay in Jaden’s room as it didn’t feel quite right. And aside from the fact that it might annoy her, it also didn’t sit well with me as the thoughts of me being the reason why he wasn’t here would be the only thing ringing out loud in my ears. The other spare room which I made out belonged to her lycan friend smelt too funny for me and no way I was going to stay in there. I already made my choice and continued my place on the couch as I waited patiently for the next day.

I instantly became speechless and didn't dare to complain. I explained, "That's not entirely the reason. My two roommates have already gone out to live with their boyfriends. I'm the only one who has never been in a relationship. I haven't even touched a man's hand. They laugh at me every time we get on video calls.

she asked. I sighed. “Because he’s an idiot who doesn’t want to admit he likes her, too, and he thinks she’ll just always be there. She gets sick of being a doormat, and begins to move on from him onto his roommate.” “Does the roommate like her?” Heather stole some of my Skittles while watching. “Shit!” she giggled when the main girl poked fun at the roommate. “That was hilarious!” “Oh, yeah. This series is Chinese, but I’ve seen some Korean shows that put this one to shame,”

I explained, fluttering around. I sat down on my bed and just watched her put her clothes away, 'I'm not sure if this is love at first sight, but damn, we have this rule, and my new roommate is ravishing: pretty face, skinny figure and long brown hair too. Crap, I wonder if Sharon knows that I like girls. Would she just randomly give me a hot brunette with big melons like Casey as a roommate?' I thought as she bent over. 'And she has her dark blue thong sticking out, are you kidding me?'

Or something far more complicated? After finishing the noodles absentmindedly, Allie grabbed her ID and headed back to campus. Scarlett Renwick, her roommate, had already packed up and gone home for the break. The dorm felt hollow, its silence amplifying her restless thoughts. For weeks, Allie had avoided confronting the growing tension between her and Liam. She tried to convince herself it was all in the past—his history with Mia Stone and everything that came with it. But she couldn’t lie to herself anymore.

Past The muted glow of the TV cast soft shadows in the dim room as the voices from the Titanic movie faded into an indistinct murmur. Patrick’s space was a sanctuary from the November chill, the curtains tightly drawn, and a small heater buzzed gently in the corner, a constant, comforting presence. Together on his bed, they lay intertwined under a shared blanket, a cocoon of warmth and whispers. Annabelle rested her head on his chest, breathing a soft, steady rhythm against his skin. His fingers traced absentminded patterns on her back, the simple touch a language all its own. It was four days since his birthday, marking five months of their secret relationship. Under the blanket, in their s