My Sweet Roomies Game Novels & Stories

"We'll stay, wow. I didn't know you took a course in blackmailing." "I had to take online courses." Martha whispers, looking over Bethany who's starting to relax. "Don't worry, we'll play a couple games. You're the bosses, no one can fault you if you come late to work, or don't even go at all." "Well, that's the joy of it. So what's after dinner?" "I have planned the game room for us. There is poker, chess, scrabble, go stop, pool and even backgammon if that's where you lean."

“Well, duh. You said they aren’t your boys. So, I figured they are due for an upgrade. Tell me, are you all safe?” “Yeah. Once the storm calms, I'll be off,” I grumble. “That’s such heartwarming news, Beth.” She chirps. “I think now is the best time to try out that hot and cold temperature play, roomie.” I want to talk, but she cuts me off. “Good luck getting stuck with four very horny, obsessed men to entertain you,” she teases brightly. “Either you guys are going to take part in a crazy amount of brainstorming educational games, or you’re going to lose your virginity in every possible way multiple times. Try doing it on a car bonnet. Nothing can beat that level of hotness.”

“Especially not for sport. Especially not for me.” A pause. Then Gavin said, “Game room?” Luca perked up. “There’s a foosball table.” Harley said nothing, but he was already walking inside. The game room was ridiculous, but what else did I expect? Dark wood. Ambient lighting. Leather couches. Arcade machines and a full mini soccer setup. “Did you do all this too?” I asked. Luca winked. “You’re welcome again.” We played in pairs first. It was chaotic, messy, and full of swearing.

She raised her glass, and Rob clinked his beer against it. “You might as well stay over then,” she added. “Your room’s available.” Rob smirked. Over the years, he had stayed at their house so often—both with and without Sarah—that the guest room was basically known as “Rob’s Room.” “Yeah, that’d be great. Saves me the hassle of finding a taxi.” “It’s a plan,” Emma said with a mischievous glint. “So… do you know any good drinking games?” Rob hesitated for a second, then decided to be bold. “Drinking games? Not really. We usually just play truth or dare.”

Chapter 72 Sleepover and a Stroll After my baby shower, the twins hosted an epic sleepover, transforming our living room into a gamer's paradise. Their cousins Sarah, Storm, and Eric, joined Oliver, and Abigail all gathered together, each with their high-tech gaming chairs positioned in front of the massive widescreen TV/monitor. The room was aglow with the soft hum of consoles, and the excitement of friendly competition. The air was electric with anticipation as they embarked on an all-night gaming marathon, fueled by snacks, drinks, and their shared passion for adventure.

It was not until I rolled my quilt up that she finally realized something was off. "What are you doing, Luna?" she asked. "The counselor approved my room change. I'll be moving to the room next door," I replied with a smile. Right then, three girls from the next dorm walked in while grinning. They said, "We're roommates now, Luna! We'll help you carry your belongings." I smiled gratefully and said, "Thanks. Dinner's on me tonight." I picked up my belongings and was ready to leave. That was when Sia finally realized what I had said. She rushed over and yanked the quilt out of my arms.

The Upper Room bar was in full swing as crowd flock in and out, everyone dance and drink happily. "You win girl! You always do" Mia cheer on Amber as she takes the huge amount of cash on the table of other players. "Mr. Liam is here!" the monopoly game organiser informs happily as other players begins to back out slowly but she stands firm wondering why the players were giving up.

James said, playful punching my shoulder. “You wish," A commented wrote before a buzzing sound rang across the garden. “Players return to the living room for a friendly game of rock, paper, scissors, and truth," the system voiced, at mist the loud cry of sirens. “Players have one minute to reach the game room, other die," It declared once more. It's tone casual as though reading the weather. “60 second, 59, 58, 57..." It began it's count down, like it was the most natural thing to do.

No need for me to join some team. YellowUrine: We’re going to be busy too. SpotlessFish: No need to rush to top the charts. Bro will carry us all. WaveringSoul: Bro, if you’re still alive, at least say hi! BlazingEve: Crazy. They invited me to a group match and I joined. I'm too lazy to get my headphones, so I let the sounds be heard in this room since I’m alone. After several minutes, while on game, it’s like the air here in this room seems to be soft. I’m sleepy.

I was just plotting how to tease this flustered golden retriever when a small pouty face popped out from under the blanket. "Mommy, what's so great about Dad? Why don't you sleep with me anymore?" Mia's aura turned pitch-black. Darkblood Count's eyes were blood-shot. One fight and the whole place was getting totaled. I leapt up. "Stop! Fine—we'll all sleep together, okay?" So yeah. Back to the same cramped pile from a few days ago. Big bed ignored. First three days went smooth. Morning of day four, the system pinged—only 12 players left.