Just Roommates Charity Ferrell Novels & Stories

"I told you earlier that they have always been more her friends than mine. And not because I don't like them, but because the ages are different and we have different ideas of what recreation, fun, is." "I see." "Last month, Alexandra told me that she was advertising for a roommate position in her apartment. That she needed someone to talk to, that she was feeling a little lonely. I guess her friends were more distractions than anything else.... And that she needed someone who really understood her. Someone besides me." Emanuele nods and drinks a glass of water while Joshua takes a breath to continue the explanation.

The roommate. I didn't know much about him beyond the fact that he existed. Dami had mentioned him in passing a few times — teammate, same club, they'd been sharing the place since the start of the season. I hadn't asked more than that and I wasn't going to start now. I just needed a bed and a ceiling and enough quiet to get through the night. David had said the spare room was the second door on the left. I dragged my suitcase down the hall, pushed the door open and turned the light on. It was a small room, a single bed made up neatly, a window that looked out onto the street below. I put my bags down and sat on the edge of the mattress.

Once we finally reached back to the campus, Angela quickly got out and shut the door so hard that Taranis flinched and apologized to the car, referring to it as ‘baby’. “Things seemed rough, what did you do?” I laugh once. “Nothing. I told you, she’s not my girlfriend.” I nod slowly. “So she’s your ex?” “You seem excessively interested about me.” He smirks his signature smirk, his earring twinkling under the light. “Well yeah. If she’s your girlfriend, you can move in with HER instead.” I point out obviously. “Unfortunate, that’s not the case. Yes we dated for a bit and now we’re broken up. Happy? You’re stuck with me, roomie.”

She had sent me a text when she arrived at my house and she told me that she was with my mother but I knew that my mother had just had a fight with my ex wife, I just didn't know what the extent of the fight was about but all I wanted to do was to go back home and spend some time with my son and my girlfriend and forget that I just had a day that came from hell, because how to make sure that everybody was on board with the vision I had for the team and what I wanted done but there's on the other hand was just not fun with the person that I wanted to spend time with at work and at home. I was about to call it a day, when I heard a knock on the door and my incumbent assistant had come through

Alvin stood up,"Why the rush, did you change your mind?" Precious paused,"No, i almost forgot", She said and chuckled. "You first", Alvin insist and they both walk out of the class. " So where do you want it, your dorm or mine?" "My dorm" "Oh much better, I don't want my Sonya ranting when she sees you", Precious teased and Alvin laughed. " Who is Sonya?" "My roommate" "Ok, my car broke down lately, so..." "It doesn't matter, we can just walk"

"She might be young, but she is incredibly generous!" "I'm moved to tears. I never thought there would still be such good people in the world today." "I go to the same university as Vera. I have always heard that she is kind, but I never expected her to accomplish something so significant so quietly." "I wish she were in my family. She is so kind and responsible." I was scrolling through the comments casually when I suddenly heard my name through the microphone. "I have a roommate who is very unreliable," Vera added with a sigh. "This is one of the things I regret most in my life. I failed to save her before she went down the wrong path."

"Morning, Karla! Ready for big plans?" In the sunlit living room, Charlotte sat poised with a tablet, reviewing notes. Five years on, she'd built "Miracle for Hearts"—a thriving charity trust funding pediatric cardiac care, powered by her vision and the unwavering support of Natalie and now Karla. No longer just Howard Carter's wife, Charlotte was a city icon in her own right: philanthropist, speaker, and force of nature. Natalie plopped beside her, eyes sparkling. "Charlotte, genius—our new charity concert's locked. A-list performers and sponsors lining up. We're aiming for a million for the kids' wing!"

It was as if she feared I would not see them. “What? Aside from me, who else would be so nice?” When she said that, many people popped out of the rooms and praised her for being beautiful and kind. “If Prissy hadn’t felt bad for us for staying in our school hostel without air-conditioning and kindly rented us her place, we wouldn’t have been able to stay in such a comfortable and luxurious place!” “That’s right. She’s only asking for 200 dollars a month. She’s really serving the people!” “I heard that Jacob gifted Prissy this place. Charlene, both of them find you annoying. Why are you here?”

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

He had once thought like mother, like daughter. She sighed heavily into the phone. "When do you need me there?" "Yesterday is preferable." You didn't tell the wife of Tyler Blackfoot no, but it was very hard for her not to lose her patience. "I can be there in a week." Breaking this news to her roommate wouldn't be so easy, but Charity knew in the back of her mind she would always go back to Kentucky. She had a license to practice there, just in case, and she never had much to pack. Being ready in a few days' time was something she'd learned as a child, and it had followed her through her adult years.