Novel & Cerita Bedroom Besties

I was curious. I wondered, if Taranis has a girlfriend then why couldn’t he just share the room with her? And instead I could live with her roommate. A part of me wondered what that roommate would be like and if it would even be a good environment for studying but anything is better than a guy roommate! I’ll take it! I will take that chance, no I will literally jump at that chance.

"That little spoiled spawn of Satan! I swear we are all going to school tomorrow and her parents better be there! My niece is the prettiest girl on this planet!" You see? This is why I loved all my girls so much. We were always there for each other and when one of us had a problem it was like we all had a problem. And when someone insulated one of our kids, you got 4 pissed mothers on your back, not just one. So it was best for you not to mess with any of us or our kids. You see, once upon a time I was just a roomie, but I had no idea that the roommate agreement would lead to the best version of my life possible.

Jasmine claimed. Amy chuckled. “I bet it wasn’t that messy to start with.” “You’d be wrong,” Riley said. “It looked like a giant laundry and toy dump.” “Oh, Daddy.” Pammy wrinkled her nose. “Oh, Pammy.” Riley brushed his finger across the tip of said nose as he mimicked her giggly tone. The girls shared the large front corner bedroom. Somehow, three twin- sized beds and three small dressers fitted, leaving ample room for toys and space to play with them. Sheer pink-and-white ruffled curtains covered the two windows, but there any unity in color and style ended.

Sed took the bottom bunk across from the bathroom, leaving the bunk above him for Brian, whenever he happened to show up. “Does this bus have a bedroom?” Trey asked. He slipped the strap of Rebekah’s tank top over her shoulder with one finger. Again, with the flushing and giggling on her part. But her ni**les weren’t hard. Not like when Eric had massaged her back. And she wasn’t teaching Trey any lessons. At least, not yet. “Of course it has a bedroom,” Sed said. He opened the door at the end of the hall. “But now that we each have our own bunk, we don’t have to fight over it.”

he asked, patting the spot beside him. I crawled in next to him, and for a moment we sat in silence, sipping our hot chocolates. It felt strange. Normally, the only reason we were in a bed together was after we had torn each other apart, not to just… lie there. Knowing we were simply going to sleep almost felt unnatural. “Were you really that bored that you had to come over here just to sleep?” I teased. “Yes,” he replied without hesitation. “I have gotten used to your company. And just sleeping? I do not think that is going to happen, because once we are asleep, you are all mine, baby.” His confidence made me laugh.

Aria glanced at the other girls and they all seemed to easily accept that Aria got the best room. "You two boys are together on the floor below in a twin share room with separate lounge space...and you three girls I put together in a family suite on the third floor...it has three bedrooms, with plenty of beds plus a full bathroom with spa bath, I'm sure you'll love it."

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

I twisted it and the door slowly opened. I turned to look at them before I stepped in. A gasp left my mouth at the sight of the bed. It took over almost all the spaces in the room. It wasn't just a king-sized bed, it was a double jumbo and could fit over 6 people. The black and red blanket, red tiles and black curtains screamed 'my stepbrothers. Their passion for things in red and black was unparalleled. “Do you like it?” I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt his hands on my shoulders. Mitch chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss on the back of my neck.

Alex inquired, a playful glint in his eyes. I smiled, my curiosity piqued by the mystery of this grand abode. “Where is your bedroom?” I asked, eager to explore this personal space of his. “Good question,” Alex replied, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness. He wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace, leading me towards the bedroom. As the door to the bedroom opened, our clothes were already on the floor, scattered. The bedroom was a testament to luxury, with a large, plush bed that promised comfort. We made love for a good 2 hours, lost in each other's presence, exploring the depths of our relationship in the most intimate way.

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.