Oh My God They Were Roommates Novels & Stories

Doctors aren’t God. I knew they were my memories, because people from my past confirmed the events I recalled as true and exact. I plodded back into the living room where Julia was sprawled on the sofa watching some crappy MTV reality show. The apartment I shared with my absentee roommate was a luxurious one, and more than I should’ve been able to afford. But my roommate, Jane, was another rich gal like Julia, and her moneybag parents bought her the place. Because of her mutual friendship with Julia, she charged me less than half of the rent price.

However, as I shifted my focus inward, a delightful surprise awaited me. In the intimate space of my room, a tableau of bustling activity unfolded. All three of my roommates, each a unique thread in the tapestry of shared living, were present. The atmosphere was alive with the energy of unpacking and settling in, transforming the room into a dynamic canvas of personal belongings and the shared anticipation of the journey ahead. The air buzzed with excitement, and all three of my roommates turned their attention towards me, offering warm smiles that instantly eased the lingering sadness. "Welcome, roomie!" they chimed in unison, their enthusiasm infusing the room with a contagious energy.

I mumble under my breath. “What was that?” “Nothing. Of course I’ll go with you.” I inhale and take another sip of my latte. Emily, Macy, and I are med students who went to med school together. We roomed together for the first couple of months before I decided having roommates wasn’t for me and moved back home, but we remained friends—though we were never close.

"That little spoiled spawn of Satan! I swear we are all going to school tomorrow and her parents better be there! My niece is the prettiest girl on this planet!" You see? This is why I loved all my girls so much. We were always there for each other and when one of us had a problem it was like we all had a problem. And when someone insulated one of our kids, you got 4 pissed mothers on your back, not just one. So it was best for you not to mess with any of us or our kids. You see, once upon a time I was just a roomie, but I had no idea that the roommate agreement would lead to the best version of my life possible.

“Roommate?” “Yeah,” River said cheerfully, oblivious to the way Juliette’s smile was now twitching like she was planning something sinister . “They’ve been rooming together since the start of the semester.” Juliette’s grip on Kael’s arm tightened like she wanted to snap it in half. Her eyes went back to me, narrowing. I suddenly felt like a mouse surrounded by cats. Rooming with Kael while hiding my true identity was already hard enough, but now I had a new problem... Juliette, the Kael obsessed bitch who apparently did not like sharing her imaginary boyfriend with anyone.

"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?" ***

“I was worried that you’d run into danger if I left you alone here. What do I find instead? You’re flirting around!” It was Caleb. His first words might have sounded like concern. But what danger could I possibly face on campus? Moreover, David was also my roommate. How could this possibly be counted as flirting? “He’s domineering and controlling!” I thought bitterly. David gave Caleb a ghost of a smile as he looked at him. Their eyes met for a few seconds before David turned to me. “Keep the ointment with you. Remember to apply it a few more times.” I kept quiet. I was worried that Caleb would think up another punishment for me.

He replied, "So, this is what the third rule is all about? You've been suffering from nightmares all this time, and you never thought to mention it to me?" His question caught me off guard. I couldn't help but wonder what good it would do to tell him about my nightmares. After all, he couldn't do anything to stop them, could he? I thought to myself. So, I responded, "It's not worth mentioning. Besides, according to our rule, you shouldn't have entered my room." I could see he was offended by my response, "I was worried about you. Seeing you trembling like this, don't try to act cool like you always do. You don't have to put up a front in front of me. We're roommates, and roommates are suppos

My roommate, Jessica Miller, kept a pet dog in our college dormitory. Out of consideration for everyone else, I bought her a crate and told her that letting the dog roam freely would frighten the other residents. She lashed out at me. "Chloe, how selfish can you be? Would you like it if I locked you in a metal cage? I've had him for years. He doesn't hurt people, so stop worrying over nothing." During a dorm inspection, her dog suddenly lunged at the dorm supervisor. I desperately pulled the dog away, but the supervisor was still left covered in wounds. The incident went viral online, yet Jessica claimed that I was the dog's owner. My other roommates were threatened into silence, while

’ As soon as the class ended, which took longer than usual (not that it mattered because I did not pay the slightest attention to what was going on), I walk to the offices. I find the one that said Campus warden and walk in. There were 2. A male and a female. “Do you need something?” She asked as she chewed on a cheese string, her legs sitting on the desk as she laid back on her chair. “Yes, well, I, uh.. I.. there’s a guy in my room. He says he is my roommate I was wondering if a girl could shift in my room instead? Isn’t there a workaround here?” I ask nervously. She looks like she could yell at me at any time. Both of them were definitely in their mid thirties.