My Secret Roommate Novels & Stories

How will I leave him if he has this room? His secret room has many books, comics, and magazines on his bookshelf which attaches to the wall, and at the left side of the room, there's a fridge. And also there's a wall TV and in front of it, a couch and a mini table. Also, there's a king-sized bed. "Master, this is amazing. H-how does it fit all of the things here?" I say. He chuckles whilst staring at me when I toss myself at the bed, feeling the softness of the cushion. Then, I crouch on the bed, staring at the room. He walks closer to me, sitting beside me.

“Get your ass out here before I call your mother, your therapist, and the damn Pope!” Still, I didn’t open the door. I didn’t eat. Didn’t shower. Didn’t speak. I just laid there—blanket over my head, curtains drawn tight, the world shut out completely. No phone. No light. No music. Not even TV. Just me and my disgusting truth. I was that girl. The one who slept with her best friend’s brother. The one who kept it a secret. For over a year. I told myself it didn’t mean anything. That I was just a body to Mason. Just a convenience.

I said. “Is that it? Then we have to plan this properly. “ Another guard said. “Let’s meet in the secret room. One at a time” I said. We departed. To the secret room where we usually meet. It's in a corner of the house, located westward. One after the other, we appeared. At the secret room. The air in the place seemed dry. Old furniture and other properties gathered somewhere at the extreme end of the building. I strolled. To the middle while my men remained around me.

How could he not prepare her for this? “I see,” she said weakly. All too well. “He is my roommate. This other fool is Dillon. He comes over and watches the game and plays cards with us.” “Wassup.” She hadn’t even given Dillon another look, she couldn’t, she tried. Her attention was drawn to the opposite side of the room. Swallowing the nerves in her throat, she looked around and saw a small poker table in the corner of the living room with a deck of cards and a few beers.

There he is again, suddenly speaking without me even knowing how he entered my room. “You better sleep now. I bet you’re tired.” Tyler strode towards me and shut the gold and black curtains. He smirked down at me. I grinned at him as if to say, ‘Will we be doing like that soon?’ “There’s a secret door from my room to yours. The bad thing is that only I can open it.” I was about to open my mouth when the people who were doing it outside became very loud. They’re probably having their climax now, I whispered to myself.

Lily posted on Instagram with the title: [I Kindly Lent My Luxuries to a Roommate, and Never Expected She'd Steal My Identity Too!] The post was a mix of pictures and text, featuring screenshots from Scarlett's secret account, a record of her borrowing items, and the broadcast we had recorded about her online romance. [She's a so-called "poor student," and I, being the nice person I am, lent her all sorts of luxury items whenever she asked. But what I didn't know was, she was running a fake account, showing off her supposed wealth.]

If I had been right by his side, then he would not have been able to sneak away and have a drink. "I can take care of myself; you don't have to worry," he adds, and I have to trust him. "How is your roommate?" He asks, and even though I know it's his effort to try and change the topic, I can't help but feel guilty that I was about to hide a big secret from him. "She's fine," I say, hoping he would not catch me in my lie. "The same Taylor DeLuca," I add nervously. "I know you have better things to do, and I just wanted to hear from you, so take care of yourself, and I will talk to you later."

A few other kids looked lazily over our way, but it was just our crazy bunch, and nothing spilt, so they all lost interest. Beth just sat there, dumbfounded. "And with that, ladies and gent," Bridget said almost sternly, "I announce the new No Secrets About Sex rule among us. None. Clear?" The others immediately nodded. "Good. To get into full compliance, I will tell you, Beth, that we had sex in your secret room." "I had that coming," Beth said calmly. "Wait, you have a secret room?" Carla asked quickly. "You don't?" Beth asked, as if surprised they had not brought this up between them. I was sure surprised at that.

•.• Skylar •.• “I’m Room 16,” Harper said, staring at her phone. “Queens Hall.” She looked up at me. The school had sent out details of students’ dorm rooms and every other vital piece of information through email. “What room are you?” she asked, and I pursed my lips, staring down at my phone. “Room 17…” I was interrupted when Harper shrieked and threw her arms around me. “Our rooms will be right next to each other!” she grinned, and I cocked my head to the side.

The final room is the bedroom, it still smells like him. I search the room and like the other rooms; I come up empty handed. I sit in the bed, put my head in my hands and sigh. A scrape on the floor catches my eye. It looks like that bookshelf has been moved- many times. I walk over and push it out of the way revealing a secret room. It’s small, there are a couple shelves and a desk. On the back wall there is a map of people; suspected witches who might have an elemental power. I see my face.