My Secret Roommate Novels & Stories

(huffs in annoyance but smiles the nonetheless) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Which place was it in the video ?” I asked Kris as I tried to figure out the familiar surroundings. “You won’t believe it but there is a secret corridor that connects your room to Rylot, San. It is simply unbelievable and I would not be surprised if those two traitors shall be waiting to murder you when you get back to your room,” Kris replied. “Secret corridor from my room ? But my room is on the first floor !” I stated confused. “Yeah so ?” Kris retorted with a huff of amusement. “Girls and their fucking

In other words, at least for now they would have some privacy. "Anyway, I'm moving out at the beginning of the month," the boy clarifies. The couple goes up the stairs and walks down a small hallway. Opening one of the doors, Johnny extends his hand and speaks: "Welcome to my little corner of quiet." The room is slightly small, but very organized. She settles on the single bed and observes the amount of books and video games. A small TV is above a bookcase, and leaning against it near the other door (probably the bathroom door), is a mini fridge.

Eight weeks later, He raised his head up and stared at the direction of where the phone was ringing, it been ringing for quite a while. “Ajoke... your phone is ringing.” He said to her and she came into the room and moved closer, to the phone while he returned his attention to the newspaper in his hands. “Hello...” She said and walked back into the room, he sighed deeply, she seem so secretive these days and it baffled him. She returned to the living room some minutes later and sat down beside him. “My love ...” She said and touched his head slowly, he put the newspaper beside him and looked at her.

I said and looked at the mansion. "What do you mean by secret room? Does the one like 50 Shades of Gray?" I quickly turned to her because of what she said. She was still laughing so I pulled her out. "What?!" "For example, basement or underground space." She removed the ball pen from her mouth and seemed to think. She looked around her for a moment before turning to me again. "Mother used to tell me that whenever the Lazarus came home, they were often downstairs. I'm not sure what they're referring to but maybe that is," said Erika, and looked at me.

Besides, if you don't tell and I don't tell, who will know the baby in my belly belongs to Billy? I sat frozen in the stall, waiting until their voices faded, then finally switched off my phone's recording mode. A simp who grovels in love never meets a good end. I was one. And so was Jay. Back in the private room, I saw everyone had nearly finished eating. I rose to my feet, ready to settle the bill.

"You ignored me when I called you, and now you slap me in the face!" I widened my eyes like I was clueless. "Huh? You called me? I didn’t hear." Then, I deliberately plucked out my wireless earbuds, even though no music was playing. "Maybe I was listening to music." Rachel froze, grinding her teeth. "You did it on purpose." The other two roommates jumped in right away. "Lila, were you deliberately ignoring Rachel?" "Are you still mad? She only left you out because she thought you were busy with Student Office work. You totally twisted her intentions."

My name is Nicky Roberts. I'm a college student crashing at my uncle's place nearby. I've always been hairy for my age—nineteen, full of hot blood, and craving women more with each passing day. Every night, I'd find a porn video, secretly blow off steam with one of my aunt's stockings, then toss it back in the washing machine. My aunt's a flight attendant. First thing after work every day, she peels off her stockings. She has an oval-shaped face, creamy skin, and a pair of breasts so huge even her uniform can't hide them—buttons practically ready to pop. Just picturing her body in my head is enough to get me off.

MAYA Alarms ring in my head when I hear Zachary humming the same tune he does before he goes out to the club with his friends. I shuffle off my bed, pausing at the door. “Zach?” I call. My voice is not loud enough so I repeat, “Zachary,” I repeat, louder this time. Zachary. My very hot roommate of three years steps into the hallway, looking every bit disturbingly handsome like he does on his casual nights out. The man looks good in a button-down shirt, but shirtless? Oh God.

Every atom of her is mine. “mmm…mmn…Kil…kilan” she mumbled, almost inaudibly. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, tightening my fists until my knuckles turned white. That kid again. I stood up straightened my coat and made my way to the ‘secret room’. I walked in and closed the door behind me. The walls of the room were covered in monitors of the same size flickering to life and displaying the contents of all the places I had placed cameras.