Psychopath Roommate Novels & Stories

"You've had other roommates?" "Three." "Three?" She nodded. "One snored like a dying wolf. One talked in her sleep and kept apologizing to furniture. The last one transferred after two weeks because she couldn't survive the cafeteria's mashed potatoes." "...Mashed potatoes?" with my eyes talking. "They tasted like betrayal." Despite everything that had just happened, I laughed. "You are unbelievable." "I've been told." The room finally felt warm again, as though the strange wind had never existed. If not for the pounding in my chest, I would have convinced myself I'd imagined the feather.

Clutching her phone, she burst into tears and ran into the bathroom. From outside, I could vaguely hear her making a complaint call. Her voice was nothing like usual—pinched and cloying, unpleasant to listen to. Grinding her teeth, Joey dropped back into her chair. The other roommate, Carmen Radler, asked worriedly, "She isn't really dating Nick, is she? We really can't afford to offend someone like him." Joey snorted. "So what if she is? We're in the right—what's there to be afraid of? Does he really think he can bend the law? We got into this university on our own merit!"

he stammered, the hesitation in his voice impossible to disguise. It wasn’t really my place to pry. “Am sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into your privacy. After all, we were nothing more than roommates… and occasional fuckmates. There was no exclusivity between us,no obligations,no promises and certainly no claim over one another—nothing that justified my curiosity. Bang. Bang. Bang. Three firm knocks resonated through the apartment, shattering the uneasy silence. I instinctively lifted my head, my brows knitting together. Who on earth could that be now? I wondered.

His hands moved towards my panty and then to my back as he drew circles on it. "Victor was my old college roommate," he said. My surprise might have been evident on my face when he said. "Yeah. But not for long. He paid the warden to move him. He was not happy to be sharing a room with a quiet, broke kid who had no interest in his parties, drugs, or his crowd that worshiped him."

Ransom “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.

"I thought it didn't matter and I would have told you eventually when it came up," "Why would you need a roommate if you owned the place?" I asked, hoping that he would make me understand something about his life. "Can we first talk about the stunt you pulled earlier, running off to nowhere?" "No," I stated, stubbornly giving him no choice but to answer my question. "Because I was going crazy all alone in this apartment and my nightmares were haunting me, Ridhi. That's why I needed a roommate because I thought it would help." He sighed and walked past me towards the kitchen.

" In an instant, her face went bright red as though she was being strangled. There was a series of mocking chuckles coming from the other end of the call. Theo was not the only person who heard her emotional speech. "I know that girl. She's always trying to seduce guys left and right. She's positively starving for a man's affection." "She's so manipulative and ugly. I knew she was rather sick in the head, but I didn't think she'd be like this while acting all meek and fragile in public." "What rotten luck to have such a roommate."

Today she's blocking me from kicking her with my long legs. “You guys are so funny,” I reply sarcastically. They love to tease me about my lack of relationships. Which I usually don’t mind, but today I’m at my wit’s end. It’s not that I don’t believe in it. I just can’t trust anyone enough to spend my life with. I’m not a nun, I just limit contact with guys to the physical part. “Seriously, I don’t mind going back to Brooklyn, but I’m going to miss my apartment so much.” The thought of leaving the place where I made so many memories with my mom makes my eyes sting. I need to change the subject quickly before I start crying here. “I can’t find a roommate. Everyone who’s come to visit the apar

Rachel’s voice caught in her throat, and with a huff, she slammed her latest designer bag onto the table. “What do you know? That’s called a recovery fee! I’m constantly getting pregnant just to end it right away. Don’t I need to take care of my body and recover?! No wonder you can’t get a boyfriend. Talking to you is like talking to a wall!” Her shouting had barely stopped when the dormitory door swung open. Our roommate, Annette Cooper, stepped inside, her head low, glancing nervously at the tension-filled room. Seeing Annette, Rachel’s eyes lit up, and she quickly moved to block her path.

“Uh, yeah, I can’t get it until I get paid, but can I set it back so no one will buy it?” Artie eyed me. “Looks a little girly and you don’t look like that type. Are you buying it for someone?” I laughed. I’d broken Josie’s lamp, and it made me think of her. She had tons of teal in that graffiti painting of me, and some of her room décor matched. “Yeah, my roommate, I broke hers.” Artie grinned. “Living with your girlfriend already.” “Well, she wasn’t my girlfriend—,” “But she is now?” Artie asked, lifting a hairy brow.