Psychopath Roommate Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’m not really good at making friends. And to be honest, I’m so nervous today because I have to spend at least four years with roommates I don’t know.” “You’re worried that your roommate is a weirdo who likes to collect gruesome things?” I guessed. Her brown eyes widened, and she patted my arm. “You read my mind!” she exclaimed. “I imagined sharing a room with a Satanist who would put goat's horns on the head of her bed and draw devil summoning circles under my bed when I wasn’t in the room.” Inside, I smiled wryly. Maybe Eva would freak out if she found out I was a werewolf. Even so, personality-wise, I was pretty normal.

“At least describe him. it's the least you can do since you don't want to introduce me to him.” I ignored her. A normal person with brains would have connected the dots and shut the fuck off. But Ava being Ava won't. Brain was the only luxury she didn't have. “I don’t know why you’re getting mad,” she continued. “You should be happy. Your roommate is the campus fantasy.” “I want him out,” I snapped. She blinked. “Out?” “Yes. He’s loud. Disorganised. Always around people. Always—” I stopped myself. “Always?” She smiled, her lips curled into a mischievous smirk.

Took a life that could've been away from you. Inhaling sharply, I squeezed the pillow over my ears, trying to drown out my ugly thoughts as my heart raced, my eyes prickling. A distant chuckle sounded. "What the hell's wrong with her? Goddess, Syb, I think you have a retard for a roommate." "...see, told you. Nothing to worry about. So, we were talking about Beta Liam..." They soon dissolved into excited chattering about a hot male that had blond hair. Moments dragged by while I stared at the opposite wall blankly, before I blinked a couples of times, darkness dotting around the edges of my vision. Soon, I surrendered myself to sleep...

It was Mason's voice. "Dear, Rachel. You are probably wondering what's going on and let me tell you. All those years ago on this precise date, your world was thrown off its axis. You lost your job, your apartment, your wallet, everything. But what you gained was a roommate you hated with all your heart. An annoying roommate who was determined to help you get a job that you deserve even though he was telling himself he hated you the same you hated him. What you never realized is that our roommate pact was probably the reason for everything else. So you can say you are the blue that is holding us together. You are the person connecting us beyond blood. You might think of yourself as an ordinar

One would think they would hurry up when they were getting verbally assaulted by a pissed-off, allegedly mentally unstable patient. Instead, it seemed to slow them down, and the angrier I got, the more amused they were. The room had two beds, one was empty with nothing more than a thin blanket and a flat pillow, and the other had the sleeping body of my new roommate. "This is Waterman. Best not to wake her, or she might try to stab you." The man said with a laugh as he kicked the metal frame of her bed. It didn't escape me that even that was bolted to the floor. It was just like a prison. "Toilets and showers are down the hall. You are expected to follow the schedule posted on your door to a

Pulling me to him, he presses his lips against my forehead. As much as I appreciate the gesture, I untangle myself so I can continue. "Even though I'd requested a room with another hockey player, that didn't happen. My roommate's name was Amy. She was really nice, but we didn't have a lot in common. She liked to party, and I'd always considered myself a serious athlete. I didn't drink or do drugs. I worked out all the time and was focused on my sport. In the beginning, she'd ask if I wanted to go out, but I always declined the offers. The weekends were for getting caught up on homework. After a while, she stopped asking. When everything started to fall apart, she noticed how stressed out I w

And for one reckless heartbeat we’d both been suspended there, balanced on the razor edge of something irreversible. I hated myself for it. Because he was my roommate. My reluctant tutor. My constant source of irritation and God help me maybe the closest thing I had to a friend on this entire campus. He was the guy who left protein shake containers on every flat surface and blasted trap music when I was trying to read. He wasn’t supposed to be the person I thought about at 3:17 a.m., teeth sinking into my lower lip hard enough to sting, trying to burn the phantom sensation of his near-kiss out of my memory.

I yell internally, rummaging through my bag on the center table. “Hey Leo, chill.” The voice speaks and every fiber of my body does everything but chill. The stops on their ends, pulsating, vibrating… “I’m not fucking Leo, I’m your roommate.” The light flicks on to reveal my roommate in all his glory. Buff with veined arms and a left arm filled with a tattoo sleeve, in a singlet and basketball shorts that have rent where his legs meet. A result of him strolling another man’s cock. Mine twitches in response to my thoughts.

Dita said while looking at her empty cupboard. "I did it," Deg, that voice? Dita quickly turned around to confirm the person, and sure enough, it was Radya the psychopath. "Crazy guy? Uh, I mean, you?" "Yes, I did all this," said Radya, he leaned against the door of Dita's room with his chest crossed. "Why, on what basis did you do this?" Dita couldn't understand this guy. Radya walked towards Dita with a smirk that made Dita retreat slowly and finally stuck to the wall.

Chris appeared in the doorway then, like my thoughts had dragged him there. Yes, it's him-the Chris from my dreams. In my fantasy, I beg him to fuck me while screaming 'Daddy.’ But in reality, he's just my cold, distant iceberg of a roommate. Chris had a tall, lean build. He came in hoodie up. Earbuds in. Expression blank as a fresh install of Windows. He was a Computer science major. The guy I’d been stupidly in love with since the day he moved in. A very cold and aloof person. He was as tall as Ethan but had a leaner build