Is Room A True Story Novels & Stories

“I didn’t.” “You did.” He finally looked up, eyes flat. “ fine, since you wanna know he was my roommate before you.” My jaw dropped and I wanted to feel sorry but it wasn't happening. “Oh.” He went back to sharpening the edge of a fork, then suddenly he spoke up, “he talked to someone in the hall, when he came here newly, it was just once but the cameras caught it so they assumed he was snitching but he wasn’t. But this place doesn’t care about truth just betrayals”

"I think that one, Mommy." When they entered, they were shocked by how big the room was. It had a king-sized bed, a large mirror on the side, a big closet, a television, and even a private bathroom, just as Trojack had described. "Woah!" Brent shouted as he ran around the room. "I thought places like this only existed in movies!" "I know, which is why you need to behave even more. This kind of place isn’t ours, and this is just an opportunity for us to stay here for a while. Let’s go and change so you can sleep," she said while Brent excitedly ran to the bathroom.

I'm just talking to myself. "Why? What's in that room?" You ask too much Steven. I can cover your mouth with this breast with my hand. That room has a terrible story. One day, a very beautiful woman named Trixie entered that room, then a handsome man also entered there, named Ken. when night comes there's a noise... woahh, it's a very scary noise, you'll hear someone asking for help because of pain, moaning in pain mixed with pleasure-- okay the story telling is correct because that's just a joke of your mind Trix .'

"We have only one room left, and it's the last one." We turned to see the woman tossing chips into her mouth, her attention now focused on the conversation she was having with a lady and a man. I glanced at Lorenzo, but he averted his eyes. "Let's go," I said softly, my voice cutting through the silence between us. He nodded, quietly, his lips thinned. We reached Room 17, and I inserted the key, feeling the cold metal against my fingers. The door creaked open, revealing a simple, sparsely furnished space with a single bed pushed against the wall.

expression on her face. “Interesting.”She says in a robotic tone and I groan at her. “Seriously there’s nothing interesting about it! Nothing happened”I say huffing, annoyed at the fact that my humiliating fall has become the hot topic. “Then why sound so defensive.”She says smugly. “I wasn’t defensive.”I say chuckling and she’s already laughing. “You absolutely were.”She says and I groaned as We reached our room. Thankfully I got a merciful but temporary escape from the interrogation. Room 304 looked exactly the same as when we’d left, With two beds, two desks a bookshelf and a window overlooking the woods. It’s tiny, crowded but it’s home for the rest of the year.

The truth is, I just need air. My room’s dim, the curtains half-drawn. I sit on the bed, open my phone, and scroll until I find one of the videos Seth sent us in the dorm, where he was trying to teach me how to dribble and me pretending not to give a shit about his favorite sport. He laughs at something I say, head tilted back, sunlight cutting across his jaw. I hit play again. And again. “Dude,” a voice says behind me. I jump, turning to see Jamie standing in the doorway with a bowl of chips. She squints at the screen. “You and your roommate were close, huh?”

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!"

"Not really, only five places, including this apartment! this apartment is by far the best!" "Is that so? earlier, the man said there was an empty apartment with three bedrooms. If you don't mind, how about we share a room?" "What? share a room? with you?" ***

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.

Diego laughs, and the DJ laughs too, scratching a disc repeatedly. “I’m joking...but there is an orgy, it starts in thirty minutes,” he jokes. “Dude, I’m serious,” I press. Diego scratches his chin, downing the beer in his cup before answering. “In my room, there are a few people who went up there to play truth or dare. Ruth and your friend asked if they could use my bathroom earlier. They’re probably there.” “Where’s your room?” “Upstairs, the third room to your left—"