All Roommates Love Novels & Stories

Max’s POV After I finished eating, I asked where I could take a shower, since the bathroom in my room was being remodeled. The closet had me forgetting all about wanting to take a shower, though. “Sure, you can use the shower in the shared room,” Luke said, leading the way. “Why do you call it the shared room?” I asked. Amelia had called it that when we were paralyzed. “All five of us have our own rooms if we want to be alone,” Luke explained. “Then we have a shared room, so if we want to sleep together, we can. It helps with bonding between mates.”

“I was worried that you’d run into danger if I left you alone here. What do I find instead? You’re flirting around!” It was Caleb. His first words might have sounded like concern. But what danger could I possibly face on campus? Moreover, David was also my roommate. How could this possibly be counted as flirting? “He’s domineering and controlling!” I thought bitterly. David gave Caleb a ghost of a smile as he looked at him. Their eyes met for a few seconds before David turned to me. “Keep the ointment with you. Remember to apply it a few more times.” I kept quiet. I was worried that Caleb would think up another punishment for me.

“Okay, so we’re going to be sharing rooms, okay? Remember, we’re trying to come out of this place as best friends. So, I’m going to announce the way this is going to work.” I think the tense posture of Bram behind me is giving people hints, because everyone looks ready for a bomb. “I’m going to be rooming with Joy,” I start, not feeling too bad about that at all. Other than Nora, I like her the most. “Nora is going to be rooming with Jess. Francis is going to be rooming with Tyler. Savannah is going to be rooming with Amy… and Logan is going to be rooming with Bram.” “What?” Logan asks, his eyes filling with rage. “Seriously?! You’re going to put me in danger like that? You’re going to make

"But?" "The guys hate me." He said it simply, without self-pity. "They're jealous. Every single one of them wants to prove they're stronger than the Apex Omega. My first three roommates all tried to pick fights within the first few week. After the third one, the academy gave me a single room." "That's ridiculous. You didn't ask for any of this." "I know. But try explaining that to a bunch of young wolves with something to prove." He shrugged. "It's fine. I'll handle it."

said Kanya. “What?!!!” Afgan and Adelia shouted together. Their voices were loud enough that Kanya and Achmed had to cover their ears with their forefingers. “Why are you guys so mysterious, don't tell me you're not still in the same room?” asked Achmed suspiciously as his eyes sharpened. Kanya also squinted her eyes and they looked at Afgan for an explanation. “Roommate, roommate dong, cook we have not roommate. Every day, we even always sleep together while hugging, right Lia?” Afgan turned to Adelia for support.

Each bedroom had a study table, a dresser, a single bed, and soft beige curtains that brushed the windows gently whenever the wind slipped in. Our parents agreed to the arrangement because we told them we didn’t want anything loud or fancy. We just wanted to study, graduate, and return home. Of course, I was roommates with Raven. Who else would I rather share a space with than my best friend? We’d known each other since middle school—been through heartbreaks, bad grades, and late-night breakdowns together. Living under the same roof only felt natural.

I complimented without having much words to say to her. ‘but seriously I am going to spend years with a roommate?’ I silently ask myself. Janet couldn’t see the shock and emotion I was feeling but I suspect she can read my eyes. ‘Don’t be greedy Lorena. Think about it the dorm is large and cozy. At least you don’t have to spend the rest of your years with a nut cracker’ Lil ora told me and I agreed instantly. ‘you are right Lil oa’ “Are you okay? Hey!” I felt someone waving their hand in front of my face and the snapping of finger in my ears.

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,

The Tamayos' home wasn't large or spacious; it was simple, but their warm welcome was deeply moving. I shared a room with Jimena and the latter seemed very excited at first when she found out she will have a roommate. Jimena's sweetness and cheerful disposition made it easy for us to become friends quickly.

I never wanted to be a cause for her pain or embarrassment so it wasn't the end of the world. “Good! My new roommates are awesome. Remember I told you about them?” I'd been so ecstatic over meeting Charlotte and Olivia I couldn't help but share every last detail with my Russian love, who enjoyed hearing all about my "adventures" as she so called them every time we spoke.