Psycho Roommates Novels & Stories

Still that doesn't bother me. MAX'S P.O.V "Lights out in five minutes guys." Ms. Kay closed our bed room door. In each bedroom there are four people. In my bedroom there are three bullies and me. I asked to change rooms, but Ms. Kay doesn't believe what I say about them, she thinks I'm making it up. My roommates are Jack, Noah and Herry. I skipped a grade, so they're older than me I'm 15 and they're 17. They beat me up most of the time I'm in here. I climbed on to my bed and took off my glasses.

“...the girl by the lake...She’s so fucking hot!! Let’s go and check her out!” Voices bump into Leo’s ears like through water. Leo’s roommates are outside the shower. He is sharing a big room with seven other omegas. “What’s the big deal? All there is around this place are girls by the lake, all pretty,” someone replies. Agreeing in his mind, Leo frowns, rubbing his throbbing temples.

By the time we finally make it inside, my three roommates; Eliana, Kylah, and Anya are already leading the way, practically racing toward the bar like their lives depend on getting drinks within the next thirty seconds. “Tequila shots first!” Anya yells over her shoulder. “Absolutely not,” Eliana groans. “I’m not ending up in someone’s Snapchat story again.” Kylah cackles as the three of them disappear into the crowd. I follow slower, taking everything in. The air smells like alcohol, perfume, and rain-soaked jackets. Music pulses through the packed room while colored lights flash across faces I don’t recognize. It’s chaotic. Loud. Exactly the kind of place where nobody notices if you want t

"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?" ***

He pinched the tip of my chin, and jogged off toward two guys that waited for him. "Bow chicka wow,” India mumbled, lifting a brow at me. “That’s not the roommate I presume?” “Oh no,” I said wrapping up the remains of my sandwich. “Not him, King and I have went out a few times.” India smiled, her gaze moved out the window and she froze. “Uh, is your roommate, Maverick Booker?” I glanced up. “How did you know that?” She pointed. “Because he looks pissed off, and I know it’s not at me.”

Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business – I scoffed at the roommate ad, is he looking for a roommate or does he want a maid? I folded the paper into my bag as I walked into the bank to clear out all the money from me and Marty’s joint account, ten thousand dollars, it was nothing much but it was enough to get me started on a new life.

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.

he offered and I took it immediately. My two roommates were girls I’d lived with for six years—since college, but the terror they’ve caused me was enough to last a lifetime. I didn’t see myself doing this alone. “I’d appreciate that,” I said and summoned the courage to push open the door. Jay walked in after me. With shaky hands, I took out the room key, but just as I was about to put it in the keyhole, the door opened outside with a bang. Loud music played inside as a girl stumbled out smacking gum loudly with her drunk boyfriend in arm.

And every secret was on the verge of exploding. Lola’s chest tightened as her roommate’s eyes bored into hers. That single question is there something you’re not telling me? hung in the air like smoke, suffocating. She forced a shaky laugh. “No. Why would you think that?” Her roommate frowned. “Because you look like you’re about to pass out. And this room feels… weird.” Her gaze swept across the dorm, landing on the messy bed, the tangled sheets, the faint scent of sweat and something richer clinging to the air. “What happened in here?”

Tatiana was alarmed to see me. Tahlia had not assigned me any tasks, so I switched to polite mode. “Hello, Tatiana,” I said sweetly with a little curtsy. I could see her face slowly twist, and she seemed angry. “Fake! You’re so fake! Urgh!” “Tatiana, what are you talking about?” An elderly lady with a cane appeared from behind her. She squinted at me and pulled out her reading glasses. “And who is this?” “Grandma, this is my friend, Yvonne Zane. I switched dorms, and she’s my new roommate.”