Omg They Were Roommates Novels & Stories

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.

Blackmailing our roommate to get my GF to have threesome. Enjoy reading.. ****************** I walked into the apartment and heard unmistakable sex noises coming from the room of our roommate, Leah. There was loud moaning and grunting, and the bed rhythmically slamming against the wall. OK, I should start from the beginning. Early in my relationship with my girlfriend, Lauren, we had a two-bedroom apartment downtown. The second room was mostly unused until Lauren's friend Stacy had mentioned that her best friend, Leah, was starting law school nearby and needed a place to live.

I decided to be the bigger person and got up to shut them; only to be stopped by one of my roommates; “It’s alright Lin. We have to be up by the way!” Klara, one of my three roommates; croaked getting up from her bed and stumbled her way to the bathroom. I chuckled a bit and sat down on my bed. For the next hour, my mind was filled with small conversations of my roommates about handsome guys at school, boring girl squads, and stuff. It was indeed the typical college drama. We got dressed neatly and soon left for the Testing Arenas.

"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?" ***

"Who's this?" The little red head dipped under his chin, and reached up to smack his arm with vengeance. It was cute, that she thought she was scary, and he simply waited for her to introduce him. Curious what she would say. "This is Jackson, he's our new roommate, Randy invited him." She said it simply, and Jackson felt oddly disappointed. Well, that was lame. He always liked a little spice. Leaning his elbows down over her chair, with arms cradled innocently on either side of her silky strands, he cooed. "Don't let the princess fool you, I'm also her very, very, best friend. Why, we're almost inseparable now."

She remained by the mirror, striking poses and admiring her reflection, completely oblivious to the danger. The next day, I slipped out early, finding a quiet spot to watch their livestream and witness what would unfold. Things quickly took a turn. During one of their usual balcony shower streams, chaos erupted. A group of thugs stormed into the school, moving confidently as if they knew exactly where they were going. Armed with machetes, they headed straight for the dormitory. It didn’t take long for them to kick down the door and barge into the room, their rage palpable as they made their way toward the balcony.

I asked, coming out of the car, as about three girls and a guy came towards us to collect our bags. “He got it just before he found you, so no one really lives here.” Allie replied. It's such a waste! The Omegas, who carried our bags, led us to our separate rooms which were miles away from each other and I doubt any of us would be staying in them. Once we were all settled down, we met in the large living room, and I fought the urge to begin pacing. Not knowing what was happening was pure torture, a good thing that Lylah was able to use our shield around our pups…and I could worry silently.

I succeeded in getting their attention "can you please get out of this place, and where are my roommates?" "roommates? this is our room, I think you were roomed with us" one of them said. "what! I was roomed with boys!!" I yelled. The guys exchanged skeptical glances, and one of them muttered under his breath, "Great, just what we need." I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes scanning the room in horror. How could they do this to me? how can they room me with... boys. One of them, a tall, dark-haired guy with piercing blue eyes, stood up from the couch and walked towards me, a charming smile plastered on his face. "Hi, I'm Ethan," he said, stretching out his hand for a handshake.

Millie's P.O.V. "Where did you find this!" Alison claimed as she held up the sparkly lamp in front of my face. "At the thrift store near my house?" I said. "This is ugly!" she laughed. I giggled. "It is not!" It has been three weeks since I moved into my university dorm. Alison and I decided to become roommates because...why wouldn't we? Hello! We are best friends! It took us a few days to get settled in and sign up for the classes. We had different majors, so most of our classes were not the same, but it was better than nothing.

Everything was set to go right, and it did─for them. I can’t blame them, though. It’s not their fault that they found happiness, and I didn’t. It just sucks to be the odd man out. We were even supposed to be roommates in college, but that didn’t pan out either. Amara and Haley are now planning to move in with their boyfriends, Kell and Carrick. It just sucks.