Psycho Roommates Novels & Stories

TH: Empire Hall, 107. Nice to meet you, I’m Andre. Ian: I’m Dylan I look forward to rooming with you this year:) Dre: I must warn you…my last roommate let me cuddle him every night. It’s going to be a requirement for all future roommates. Ian: Lucky me. Tuesday Ian: Fun fact, jay does not like scary movies Dre: You dragged him to that shark attack screening didn’t you? Ian: I can’t believe you’d accuse me of such a thing…

"I think those five-thousand-dollar tickets are part of their plan. Only something costly and attention-grabbing enough could draw everyone's attention toward money and envy right after they go missing, therefore covering up their actual objective." "These young men are meticulous indeed," the slightly older officer remarked from beside as he wrote in his notebook. I was allowed to first return to the dormitory after the questioning. This was my first time being left alone in the very spacious Room 412. The scent of expensive perfume from my roommates' parents still lingered in the air, mixing with the smell of panic and despair. I sat at my desk, turned on the table lamp, and opened my text

My heart is beating fast like it will explode inside my chest anytime. I can't let him know that I have seen what he was hiding. I can't believe what I have seen. Is he even human! After seeing this room I am sure that he is not normal and I have to escape from here anyhow. He is a complete psycho. He has issues inside his head. " Aren't you here, Jaan? He again asked and I can hear his slow footsteps. I have to escape from this room as soon as possible. If he caught me here then I am done for sure. He will punish me for not obeying him. It was a strict order from him to not see this room and I have violated his order.

"Ouch. We're gonna be bunk mates for 4 months ya know." "What? But we're different genders!" "But we're not official officers. We're specials. A damn serial killer and an assassin." I rolled my eyes and walked faster. "Aw c'mon! Wait for me love!" I gripped my luggage handle tighter and bit my lip. 4 months. . . . . . . . "Soldiers! Assemble in 5 minutes!" The speaker yelled. I covered my ears in shock and cursed at the speaker. I'm in a really bad mood.

he said, leaving hurriedly. Hyce narrowed his eyes as he watched him leave. The memory of him stripping at the club last night is so vivid in his head, so why is he still pretending? "The latecomers can now come for their room numbers!" The lecturer in charge announced from the front, and Pearl blinked. "Y'all got your numbers already?" "Yeah. I and Teal are roommates" Morgan replied, waving her card. "I and Lizzy are roommates too. We'd have taken for you, but it's not allowed, you have to take it yourself" Rebekah said.

I sighed seeing their sorry expressions. "Well I'm gonna go," Allen said awkwardly then retreated back down the hallway. "Finally! Come in." Blaine pulled me into the room and slammed the door shut. I looked around and saw a big screen on the wall playing some kind of movie, a projector hanging on the ceiling, several large, comfy looking couches. I'm assuming it's a media room. I've heard the women of the pack talk about them in the kitchen sometimes. I never knew they'd be this amazing!

She moaned, her thighs quivering around me. My eyes finally found where a young man sat hunched over on the bed. He was on a phone, texting. I knew from the long, dark hair that it was Atlas. The cameras weren't labeled so I counted the cameras and assumed it was the fifth room down. I lowered my body, rubbing my shoulders against her knees to separate them. My fingers snuck around the monitor and fiddled with the chords until the television powered off. "Oh, yeah," the woman moaned. "Oh, god."

"Enough chit-chat. The sun is setting, and we have rooms to assign. This isn't a hotel, it's a social experiment. Which means... forced proximity!" Groans from the cast. "We have six luxury suites," Mira explained. "And twelve—well, now thirteen—contestants. You do the math." "Roommates?" Sam, the Fitness Bro, asked. "I need space. I have equipment." "You'll have a bunkmate, Sam. Deal with it," Mira said. "I've posted the list by the stairs. Go find your new best friends. Or enemies." The group surged toward the list. Elion stayed where he was. He didn't need to look. He knew.

I did not recognize that term at all, but it did not sound like the average ritual. [What should I do now?] [Don’t alert her for now. Just watch and see whether your roommate acts normally or not. If I’m right, then she’s not just rearranging your shoes. By the way, have you been feeling sick lately? Such as feeling cold often or feeling as if someone is watching you?] When I read this, I was stunned again.

"I told you earlier that they have always been more her friends than mine. And not because I don't like them, but because the ages are different and we have different ideas of what recreation, fun, is." "I see." "Last month, Alexandra told me that she was advertising for a roommate position in her apartment. That she needed someone to talk to, that she was feeling a little lonely. I guess her friends were more distractions than anything else.... And that she needed someone who really understood her. Someone besides me." Emanuele nods and drinks a glass of water while Joshua takes a breath to continue the explanation.