Bad Roommate Victorious Novels & Stories

"Go and get your room number and roommate information. Welcome to Alpha Academy." "Thanks," I grumbled, standing up. My palms were sweaty as I scanned the list of names. "Come on, where is it…" I growled, tracing my finger along the page. And then I looked. Liam Damfort – Room 204 Roommate: My heart dropped when I saw the name at the end. I hung up the phone. My chest felt tight. "You have got to be kidding me," I spat. I held the edge of the board, not wanting to scream. "Why him?"

Over my shoulder, Loren finally noticed Maximus standing next to me. “Oh,” she said, unwinding from me. “Hi Max. Where are you coming back from?” I turned to look at both of them. Maximus looked entirely uncomfortable. “That explains a lot,” Max grumbled. “Wait, what?” I said, looking between the two of them. “Hello, Mini Moonbeam,” Maximus said, completely ignoring me. “I was just returning her to her room.” “Oh yeah!” Loren bounced besides me. “I finally got a roommate! Aren’t you excited to be neighbors?”

"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.

"You should've seen your face! It was epic! Hahaha!" "You fucking weirdo!" Before he could recover from his laughter, I gave him some punch on the face and hit him more with the books on my table. He's the worst roommate ever.

He replied, "So, this is what the third rule is all about? You've been suffering from nightmares all this time, and you never thought to mention it to me?" His question caught me off guard. I couldn't help but wonder what good it would do to tell him about my nightmares. After all, he couldn't do anything to stop them, could he? I thought to myself. So, I responded, "It's not worth mentioning. Besides, according to our rule, you shouldn't have entered my room." I could see he was offended by my response, "I was worried about you. Seeing you trembling like this, don't try to act cool like you always do. You don't have to put up a front in front of me. We're roommates, and roommates are suppos

I promise! Finally, as you would've guessed, "Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend" is coming to an end soon. Specifically, in August. No worries, the next book in the "Roommates" series will kick off right after, focusing on a different character and her/his future after this phase. If there are any more complaints, comments or general opinions, please comment under this chapter. Till then, please... Sit back and enjoy. Signed, Author.

Rosa When I received the email from Rochester with my new roommate assignment, I kicked a hole through my closet door. I couldn’t think of a worse way to spend my senior year than putting up with Isabella Tumicci and her future husband aka Gabriel Caruso, asshole of the century. Isabella’s last roommate found a way to escape the torture. If I knew how she did it, I would replicate it. As it was, I’d been in a pissy mood since I’d found out.

As if they knew these tactics were useless against me, they actually started a livestream and blocked my path after class that day. "Dylan, don't worry. If you're willing to come back to the dorm, we're all still willing to accept you." Marcus Bennett, another roommate, spoke with reddened eyes. The brainless viewers in the livestream were even more moved. [Marcus, you're too sweet. Don't let him hurt you again!] [Stay away from them, you monster!] I completely ignored their sorry performance. Just like that day, I pushed past them and left. A few of them wanted to chase after me, but I had already driven off in my Porsche.