All Roommates Love Novels & Stories

Every few minutes someone is coming to refill they glass with non alcoholic drink or pop corn or snacks are being refills. Stephanie has not join them, saying she has an important meeting to attend tomorrow. Maxwell and Bastian are having a drink in the living room, smoking a cigar. While the four of them, are chattering and laughing out loud on the jokes Scott and Nathan are cracking on each other. Emma ignore Sharon mostly but she has not say or done anything to intimidate Sharon. At a certain time, Emma has move herself in Scott embrace and they were giving each other some sly smiles and whispering into each other ears.

My smile vanished instantly, and instead, red had taken over my face. “I wonder if roommates also beg each other to have sex with them when they’re drunk?” He proceeded. “Not to mention - be mad when they’re denied of it?” I narrowed my eyes at him, “Key word here is drunk. I was drunk out of my mind when I did that so you can’t hold that against me.” “I’m not, I’m just stating how roommates behave. Lusting after each other, making out at friend’s party, demanding sex - how to be roommates 101. Maybe we should write a book about it.”

Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business – I scoffed at the roommate ad, is he looking for a roommate or does he want a maid? I folded the paper into my bag as I walked into the bank to clear out all the money from me and Marty’s joint account, ten thousand dollars, it was nothing much but it was enough to get me started on a new life.

"Avis, could you grab my body wash? It’s on my desk. I'm busy showering; I can't go over to get it." On the balcony, my roommate, Linda Lowe, was indulging in her cold shower, basking in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Our dorm wasn’t on a high floor, and anyone passing below could easily glance up to enjoy the view. But Linda didn’t care. Far from it—she seemed to revel in it, swaying her body with exaggerated movements as though she couldn’t wait to flaunt herself.

“My parents always do this big, chaotic thing. Food everywhere, Christmas movies on repeat, cousins running around like feral animals, aunts arguing over board games. It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s… nice. You’d fit right in.” I stared at him. He hurried on, words tumbling faster. “I mean—not as, like—not as my boyfriend or anything. Just… as a friend. Roommate. Someone who doesn’t want to spend the holidays eating takeout alone in an empty off-campus apartment while the heat’s set to sixty to save money.” The word *boyfriend* hung between us anyway, bright and unignorable, even though we’d both been careful not to say it out loud yet. My throat tightened.

“No, seriously. What’s in it?” She shrugged. “Root vegetables. Bone broth. A whisper of fennel. And magic.” I leaned back, letting the warmth settle in my chest. “I used to think dinners like this only happened in stories. Or TV shows.” June raised her glass. “To the weirdest roommates anyone could ever have.” “To Bella,” Harper added. “For choosing something that’s hers. And letting us be part of it.” I clinked my glass against theirs. “To us. The almost-normal life we never thought we’d get.”

They were heartbreakers, and proud of it. “Nice boots,” the one on the left said with an assessing gaze. Julian elbowed him in the ribs, hard enough to make his buddy wince. Julian cleared his throat. “Hey, Delilah. Hey, Sabrina. These are my roommates.” “Charmed,” Sabrina gushed, flicking her hand out for the twin on the right. He accepted her hand with a crooked grin and kissed the back of it. “The pleasure is mine, Sabrina.”

“And you’re allergic to shirts. Let’s meet in the middle.” He reached for a napkin and a pen. “Great. Let’s draft a clause.” I raised an eyebrow. “A clause?” He scribbled dramatically and held it up. THE ROOMMATE CLAUSE • No loud sex after 10PM • No nakedness in common areas unless mutually agreed • No falling in love I stared at it. “You’re kidding.” He pushed it across the counter. “Sign here.” “Where’s the clause about you not touching yourself in the living room?”

Thankfully, it is empty. As I look around, I notice it isn’t merely empty; it looks unlived in. “Don’t you have a roommate?” He smiles, but the smile resembles pain, not joy. “Nope.” Everyone has to have a roommate. It’s one of Aton’s rules that no one should be alone. I can only grunt, “Hmm.” I pluck the bottle from his grip, setting it on the table. The photo of me and Timothy kissing flashes in my mind, accusingly, and I push it away.

I’ve waited weeks to get this tea. “Urghhh. Worst roommate I’ve had in my entire academy life. That witch turned my room into a battlefield. Constant drama.Good riddance.” Okaaaay? Hailey and Eva were roommates? That explains so much. And maybe… more than roommates? Goddess, it’s like everyone at this academy signed a confidentiality pact. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I say softly. “But like—how bad was it that they had to remodel the whole dorm system? Couldn’t they just, like, separate you?”