Romans & histoires Oh My God They Were Roommates

I see you next to each other, cuddling on your bed every time I go to the bathroom in the early morning. Roommate 2: Yeah! How do you sneak your girlfriend into the room without being seen by the monitors, huh? And she really holds onto you like she's afraid to lose you or something… Roommate 4: WHAT BABE? F**K YOU, DON’T GIVE ME THAT! I DON’T BRING ANY LADIES INTO THIS ROOM AND I DON’T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! The three roommates were shocked. One of them even screamed in fright. Roommate 3: F**K YOU TOO! WHO’S THAT BESIDE YOU, EMBRACING YOU SINCE EARLIER WHEN WE STARTED DRINKING?!

I cooed, "Babes, what do I do? I'm so scared." The truth was, I'd already started a live stream the moment Quinn handed me that water. Every word and move from her and Kendrick had been recorded. The room I was in was sickening. The walls were covered in compromising photos of young women who clearly looked unwilling. On top of that, there were all kinds of tools and props scattered around, along with a whole arsenal of twisted toys. By now, over 100 thousand people had crowded into the live stream, and the number was still climbing. Everyone watching was horrified.

I’ve waited weeks to get this tea. “Urghhh. Worst roommate I’ve had in my entire academy life. That witch turned my room into a battlefield. Constant drama.Good riddance.” Okaaaay? Hailey and Eva were roommates? That explains so much. And maybe… more than roommates? Goddess, it’s like everyone at this academy signed a confidentiality pact. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I say softly. “But like—how bad was it that they had to remodel the whole dorm system? Couldn’t they just, like, separate you?”

If someone would have told her six months ago that she'd be in Florida with Patch Larson she would have laughed it off. But she wasn't the one laughing now. She was swimming in the promise of forever with her brother's roommate. THE END

"You should've seen your face! It was epic! Hahaha!" "You fucking weirdo!" Before he could recover from his laughter, I gave him some punch on the face and hit him more with the books on my table. He's the worst roommate ever.

her gaze is directed to the paper cups. “Ah, I finished class early so I thought about grabbing us both drinks. Yesterday, you mentioned you like matcha cream latte?” I extend the paper cup to her and the look of surprise on her face is unmatched. “You remembered.” She says it as though I wasn’t meant to remember. “Thank you.” She whips her hair to wave at her friends who are still standing there. “That’s Nixie with the bright smile and that’s Elva. We are roommates and best-friends, we are connected in diverse ways, sort of like in-laws.”

"I don't mind discussing whatever you want." "Um, sure." He shrugged. "Would you like to hear how Mark, Kyle, Carlo, and I ended up living together?" I agreed when he posed the question. "Well, my freshman year, my roommate was Mark. We had a lot in common and got along famously, so I couldn't have asked for a better random assignment." I took a deep breath as his hand continued to trace those comforting circles on my back.

Even though we've been roomates and best friends for years and she knows all of my quirks inside and out, she still gets pushy with me which often triggers my anxiety but I love her and I am excited to get out of our little apartment and have some fun. Alice and I met in college. We were across-the-hall mates in the dorm rooms of our freshman year and quickly became best friends when we both realized our assigned roomates didn't necessarily fit our personality types. I think whoever was in charge of assigning rooms made a mistake because my roommate Sarah and Alice's roomate Amy ended up being kindred spirits and after a semester of constant tension we swapped room.

He walked over to me and stuck out his hand, "I'm Bobbie, I guess we are roommates. They said hopefully they could move me into my own room in a couple days, but for now, it looks like you are stuck with me." I stuck my hand out, not realizing it was the one that was just playing with my pussy and shook his hand. I told him I wasn't happy about this, but that we would make due until he could find another room. That meant I would have the room all to myself in a few nights. I could make due with that, I suppose.

“No, seriously. What’s in it?” She shrugged. “Root vegetables. Bone broth. A whisper of fennel. And magic.” I leaned back, letting the warmth settle in my chest. “I used to think dinners like this only happened in stories. Or TV shows.” June raised her glass. “To the weirdest roommates anyone could ever have.” “To Bella,” Harper added. “For choosing something that’s hers. And letting us be part of it.” I clinked my glass against theirs. “To us. The almost-normal life we never thought we’d get.”