Bad Roommate Victorious Novels & Stories

I said. “Yes MOM you be safe too,” she said, and we both hung up. The voices downstairs were now louder but happy. Clearly something was going on. I ran into the bathroom and freshened up, not knowing what to expect. I opened the bedroom door and the stench nearly knocked me over. Muerte. But not like a vampire. It was the roommate. He was here. What the hell was he? It wasn’t good.

“When did you come back?” “The poor Avery had a bad dream yesterday night, that's why I'm here.” Scarlett said, “By the way, are you my new roommate?” she smirked, taking a sip of the orange juice. “Yeah.” “Nice. Very nice.” “I think I'm the only one who can handle this change of personalities.” “Mm,” Scarlett rubbed her chin. “But I don't think you'll be able to handle me, sweetheart.” “Sw—what?” Damian furrowed his eyebrows.

Their friendship had survived business rivalries, changing markets, and personal tragedies. Which was why Raymond could never refuse an invitation from them. To him, they are family. The dining room was bright and elegant, filled with the warmth that only close family could create. Tristan Abraham sat beside Raymond. And across from them sat Isolde Abraham and her fiancé, Benjamin Tailor. At the head of the table sat Mr. and Mrs. Abraham. Laughter drifted through the room as breakfast continued. "You should have seen Tristan yesterday," Isolde said, pointing her fork toward her brother. "He spent twenty minutes trying to decide between two neckties."

A giant crack ran down the middle, painted fresh red. Subtle. A girl bounded down the grand staircase (curls the color of midnight, eyes like starfire, Crescent Academy crest on her blazer). She took one look at me, squealed, and launched herself straight into my arms. “You’re real!” she said into my shoulder. “I thought the footage was doctored. Hi, I’m Liora Voss, but everyone calls me Li, and I’ve been assigned as your roommate, which is perfect because I already stole the bigger bed but I’ll trade for first shower privileges—”

Clutching her phone, she burst into tears and ran into the bathroom. From outside, I could vaguely hear her making a complaint call. Her voice was nothing like usual—pinched and cloying, unpleasant to listen to. Grinding her teeth, Joey dropped back into her chair. The other roommate, Carmen Radler, asked worriedly, "She isn't really dating Nick, is she? We really can't afford to offend someone like him." Joey snorted. "So what if she is? We're in the right—what's there to be afraid of? Does he really think he can bend the law? We got into this university on our own merit!"

-My roommate wants a piece of me. - The rejected Nagin. Thanks..

“I finally got a roommate! Aren’t you excited to be neighbors?” “Neighbors?!” I blanched. Max pointed to the door net to mine. “This is my room.” “No…” I breathed. “Max is our neighbor,” Loren said. “Though I told him if he’s not nice to you I’d beat him up!” “Like you could take me Mini Moonbeam,” Maximus snorted. Loren put her hands on her hips. “I totally could because I’d catch you off guard with how quick I am!” Then, quick as lightning, she shifted and barreled into Max’s calves. He shifted slightly but barely moved. Loren whined slightly then tried again. It earned a deep rumble from Max’s chest.

"I’m not the one who broke into my own house and insulted him." "Welcome to having a male roommate," Gabriel said, slapping me on the back with enough force to bruise. "You get the feelings and the drama. Now go in there and fix it. We'll decide if we like you based on how fast he stops crying." "We'll be in the kitchen," Diego added. "I'm stealing these Cocoa Pebbles." Victor followed them. "I hope there's strong brew." Gabriel pointed a finger at my chest. "The clock's ticking, pal."

he replied. “Why? She is here. Does your roommate like having her over here?” 'Vanessa?' she asked, pointing her finger in my face. “Yes, my roommate likes having her over here. Are you okay with that?” “Then call him out,” she said, taking her hand forcefully out of his and moving over to the couch. “Call him out, and I would ask why he is such a discriminating ass.” She crossed her hand over her chest as she settled into the couch even more.

Roommates 7 Harley stared at him as he cleared up his relationship with the girl living opposite her. She's his older sister. "Oh." she muttered. "See, it was an absurd thing to say, Skylar being my girl friend..." he shuddered. "So you mistook my room for your sister's and you're here now." she stated out and nodded walking towards the door. "Since you're not unconscious, I think you should head to skylar room instead." she said unhooking the locks.