Bad Roommate Victorious Novels & Stories

During my senior year of college, I started dating Leo Whitman online. He was the hottest guy on campus. All through winter break, he texted me every day. He kept me company while I took my grandmother to her pre-op appointments. One night, at two in the morning, he even promised that when we got back to Boston, he'd make up for all the hugs we'd missed. Then the new semester started, and we finally met at the student center. The moment Leo saw me, his face fell. He pulled out his phone, showed me a photo, and said there had been a mix-up. He'd added the wrong girl on Instagram. The girl he had a crush on was my roommate, Vivian Blake. Back in December, Leo had spotted Vivian at the school's

"Spot me, guys. I'll pay you back once I start this job." They squirmed, speechless. Jessica pivoted, turning her frustration on me. "Why do you have to hound her for the money now? Once she's working, she'll pay you back in a heartbeat." I laughed, sharp and cold. "A heartbeat? Who says she's even coming back from that place? She can't pay me now, so what makes you think she'll send me a dime from halfway across the globe?" Our argument drew a crowd from the hallway. Amber, sensing the spotlight, turned on the waterworks. "Sabine, how can you do this? We've been roommates for four years."

They were intimidating together and most people wouldn’t dare interrupt them but I wasn’t most people. “Boys,” I said, striding up in my boots. River’s smirk sharpened. “Juliette.” Luca caught his ball and arched a brow. “To what do we owe the honor?” Alexander didn’t even look at me. Asshole! “I have a question,” I said sweetly, clasping my hands behind my back. “About your… new friend? Seth.” River’s grin widened “Ah! The famous Seth.” Luca’s eyes sparkled “ He's Kael’s roommate.”

Tatiana was alarmed to see me. Tahlia had not assigned me any tasks, so I switched to polite mode. “Hello, Tatiana,” I said sweetly with a little curtsy. I could see her face slowly twist, and she seemed angry. “Fake! You’re so fake! Urgh!” “Tatiana, what are you talking about?” An elderly lady with a cane appeared from behind her. She squinted at me and pulled out her reading glasses. “And who is this?” “Grandma, this is my friend, Yvonne Zane. I switched dorms, and she’s my new roommate.”

she said with a triumphant sneer, plucking the device from my hands before I could react. Gasps and murmurs erupted around us. "Just one like, Lucy. It won't kill you," someone sneered. "Vanessa's from a poor family. Can't you have a little empathy?" "Yeah, must be nice being born into privilege," another remarked, their tone soaked in mockery. Their words cornered me, leaving no room for escape. My gaze darted around the room until it landed on the sports committee member, returning with a thermos of hot water. Inspiration struck.

Even Mara strode away from Viktor to offer her congratulations. Viktor sloped towards me. His golden hair and lion-like confidence are still dazzling to others around him. Clad in a pristine white shirt, nodding at other Rogues like he hasn’t just been released from lockdown. The man is infuriating. Offering me a handshake he smirked, “well congratulations are in order. The best man won.” “There was never a competition. Not at any point.” “You say that, but I didn’t half get close those times when she was in my room, up against my door-”

The designers of this house made just one parlour and kitchen so its occupants have to share. The moment I walk into the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks. "Hey," the guy I've been crushing on says. "Swim team, right? From the party." He tilts his head. "You're the new roommate?" I can't speak. I genuinely cannot make a word out, because my brain is doing the math and the math is insane: the guy I made a deal to win lives across the hall from the boy I made the deal with. And from the doorway behind me, where he's just come down the stairs and stopped, I feel more than seeing Aurel go still.

“After all, it is possible to hurt someone without realizing.” “Now that I think about it, they did mention that there was a minor incident a few days ago,” I answered. “The roommate returned home carrying a rather offensive scent from an outside gathering. The sibling, being an Alpha, reacted somewhat sharply and told the roommate they reeked. Now, the roommate is being entirely uncooperative and avoiding all contact." I paused, looking directly at Fenton. "My acquaintance's sibling wants to know how to resolve this issue and return the living arrangement to a neutral status."

It took me a while, but finally, peace was in my grasp once more. Still, I never imagined she would give him my contact details without my consent! "I know girls like you are shy and play hard to get. You're rejecting me now, but you asked your roommate to give me your contact details," the man texted me. I instantly deleted his text and blocked him.

“Don’t what?” “Don’t make this weird.” Her voice dropped, playful but sincere. “Hayden, everything is already weird. I’m just choosing fun.” For a moment, I forgot everything. Then my phone buzzed. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Lilian noticed anyway. “Bad timing?” “Story of my life,” I muttered, silencing it. She studied me for a second. “Roommate drama?” “You could say that.” “Ah,” she nodded knowingly. “The kind that makes you want to throw someone off a balcony.”