Psychopath Roommate Novels & Stories

"I never cared about that when he tried to kill me or stole from me or broke my door, I know he is dangerous but he became dangerous because of something I want to find out." "We can't allow you in there alone he could literally..." "Let him do anything he wants to do, you are disrupting my job and you know exactly what that could cost you if I decide to repost this case." he looked completely taken aback by my words as he stopped. "Oh great! It's her just let her be Demon she won't listen to you, it's the famous crazy psychiatrist" a man came out of nowhere and I have no idea who he is. "Who are you?"

What the hell is wrong with this one. “Death! We kill them.” The guy who I hadn’t noticed was in the room. He palmed his face. Like he was embarrassed about what he said. He looked away, facing the other side other than us who his attention was on before. “I won’t let you touch my friends.” “Friends, how can you keep male friends. How can you, no wonder, no wonder you never felt anything, I was the only one suffering!” Oh, I met a psycho. I shook my head and said nothing but stare at him. As he kept on ranting on friends, this and that. The other guy who looked completely embarrassed quietly walked out of the room.

she asked. I sighed. “Because he’s an idiot who doesn’t want to admit he likes her, too, and he thinks she’ll just always be there. She gets sick of being a doormat, and begins to move on from him onto his roommate.” “Does the roommate like her?” Heather stole some of my Skittles while watching. “Shit!” she giggled when the main girl poked fun at the roommate. “That was hilarious!” “Oh, yeah. This series is Chinese, but I’ve seen some Korean shows that put this one to shame,”

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.”

It’s a good thing we agreed we didn’t want to be friends or anything like that. It’s good. I don’t know why my heart sinks at that, I really don’t mind not being friends with him. It’s a good thing he is an entitled prick. It will be easy for me to hate him. I think. I pass by the shops and order myself something to eat because I couldn’t eat earlier since I was too nervous about my interview. When I make it back to my room my roommate is there. And I find out she is a Beta and an Art major like my brother and that her parents are taking the opportunity to travel since she is at school. She sounds bummed about it but I’m not known for my comforting sprit so I just change the subject which se

For hours, I have been sitting here, standing up only when I hear someone’s noise so as to check what room they enter. So far, no murderer, and all the rooms have been occupied except room three, the room opposite mine. I bet the person staying in it wants to sneak in at night when everyone is asleep. “Shawna, I think the person across my room is a serial killer,” I tell Shawna on the phone. The girl sighs in seeming frustration. ‘Not again, Nectar. When last did you see your therapist?’ “Since I was a teenager—when I stopped being paranoid.”

He pulled his hood up against the early morning chill and started moving. His mind, however, wouldn’t stay quiet. Stuck with a gay roommate for the next few months. The thought made his jaw tighten. Raphael wasn’t even fully gay, he was bi, whatever the hell that meant. Still, the guy had zero problem throwing around sexual innuendoes like it was normal. Liam hated it. Hated the way Raphael talked, hated the way he carried himself like nothing fazed him, hated that management had forced this on him. Stay away, he told himself. Be civil on the ice. Be a good captain. But keep your distance off it. Don’t let him drag you into his weird world.

Dormitory, I woke up screaming, only to find another nightmare, I've been having the same dream for a month straight, it was a dream, but it felt real and scary. My roommate was so distressed by my noise that she unceremoniously scolded me, "I'm so sick of this, I'm going to report you to the apartment, so get ready to move out." I have large birthmarks on my body and face, black and gray marks all over my body, so no one wanted to live with me in the dormitory, they called me a troll. My current roommate, Doris, stayed in the apartment because she was repeating her senior year, and it was the only room I could live in without being subjected to bullying.

He shot back. "Believe me, I'm not like any of the hot thieves you've met." "You live alone?” "Why? Do you want to rob me?" I smiled. "I'm a very good lover and I want to know if a roommate would hear me fucking your brains out." He smirked. "If you're as good as you say you are, my neighbor might." "Well, finish your ice cream...but slowly. I wanna see what I'll be in for when you're on your knees in front of me."

That was so close. “Sometimes, I just wonder what is going on in that head of yours. You should be called Chaotic,” Jimmy said. I’d forgotten he was the one driving. I needed to breathe first. “Well, maybe you should have informed me you’d be coming back with someone. For Pete’s sake, I am your roommate! And I deserve equal rights too.” What did I just say? Roommate. Now I’ve given him more reason to think I’m crazy. He chuckled, and of course, I know what that means. I bit my lower lip. Irish, zip it. Today has been a whole drama already.