Bad Roommate Victorious Novels & Stories

Rose pov My eyes got stuck at her. However much I wanted to either move close to her and cover up or just get out of the room. The thing is I didn't do any of the above .I just stood there watching at whatever she was doing... You can call me what you want. Moments later, I came back to my senses and realized that I was seeing my roommate, a good friend of mine mastrabating on my bed. Can this be true, she could do this in her room. What has made her do this..

"So, how is your roommate?" "Oh, I have an Asian chick. Her names Kyko and boy, is she gorgeous. Her body is amazing and her moans... Oh my god." "Wait, you fucked your roommate, too?" Anthony turned to me and smiled. "Last night." He said. "She was quiet at first, then we were talking and a movie came afterwards. A few minutes later, into the movie, she leaned over and we kissed. You already know what happened next."

I was the same old Adam, just a little bit older with more crinkles around my eyes. If he were to see me, he would definitely recognize me. Yet another reason to ascertain that Vallory had never been Revon. “Yeah, that makes sense,” Vallory nodded. “Well, I hope you’re okay with that side of the room. I honestly didn’t know I was getting a roommate until this morning, so I already settled down.” “Oh, no, it’s fine, I’m not particular,” I moved back to my side, wanting to put some distance between us. “So…Arrythmix, huh? You a fan?”

he asks softly, his voice trembling slightly. The boys exchange glances, each of them considering their next move. The room is filled with an electric tension, the air crackling with unspoken desires and competitive urges. It's clear that your sudden exit has only fueled their determination to win your affections. I waved dismissively "Your loss" I confidently strutted away, eager to see what they'd do next. Your confident dismissal and the sway of your hips as you stride away leave the boys momentarily stunned. Lucas is the first to snap out of it, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oh, it's on now," he murmurs, standing up from the couch.

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,

And it was already half-occupied. My roommate was sitting on the left bed. She was surrounded by boxes, but she wasn't unpacking. She was filing her nails. She had sharp, dark bobbed hair, eyeliner that could cut glass, and a t-shirt that said 'DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES' in neon pink font. She looked up as we entered. Her eyes scanned me....head to toe....then flicked to Daxon. She paused on Daxon. "Nice movers," she drawled. "Do they charge by the hour or by the bicep?"

"Well you're in my house and in my room, so the heck are you?" "Your worst nightmare." He smirked. "You know what, you're my worst nightmare, I mean think about it, you're a jerk and I was cursed to be your roommate." "You know I could make your life a hell nerd." "Oh, I'm so damn scared," I said sarcastically. "You should be." "Then go ahead and do it, Mr. Asshole Rodriguez." "Nah." He said waving it off with his hand. "Why not, scared?" "No, it's because-" he pauses then looked down, "Nevermind."

I can imagine her tossing out her quick witty comments that most take as flirting even though I know better and she's actually insulting them, but the guys just eat it up and next thing you know, she's walking back to our table, drinks and her cash in hand with three guys drooling after her. "This is Eve, my roommate, best friend and all around bad ass bitch." she says as everyone takes their respective seats around the table. I scaresly make an effort to remember their names seeing and I'm positive we will never see them again after we challenge them to a game and take their money, but they seem pleasant enough.

“I’m Damian, by the way.” “Ash,” I replied. He smiled. “Okay, Ash. Are you here with Oliver or Jack?” “I live here,” I said, still catching my breath. “Temporarily, anyway.” His laugh was warm, low. “Then you’re my roommate.” “Temporary roommate,” I corrected, smiling despite myself. “Well then,” he said, his grin widening, “welcome to Britonia.” He turned to join his friends, and I watched him walk away, my mind spinning. Tattoos snaked down his arms, faint and mysterious in the half-light.

The pink walls behind her made her look even more dangerous somehow. “Tell me again,” she said slowly, eyes locked on River, “why you are on my bed like you pay rent here.” River did not even look at her. He waved his phone in the air like a victory flag. “Because your roommate just dragged the vampire prince on the internet and lived to tell the tale.” Jane’s eye twitched. “Get off the bed.” “No,” he said cheerfully. “You stole my cool roommate. You do not get to make rules anymore. Congratulations. You are now stuck with me.”