Psychopath Roommate Novels & Stories

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.

I bite my nails and search the room for a weapon, anything to defend myself with, but unfortunately, there is nothing. Fuck! What if this new guy gets hungry and steals all of my food? I would have a hard time ascertaining dominance over this thick bastard—my new roommate must be over seven feet tall, which isn't normal, and he is all sinewy muscles and brawn! Double fuck! My day has suddenly turned into a disaster. I'm hungry, and breakfast might be served within two hours. Shit! What if this bastard decides to eat all of my rotten apples? I'm all skin and bones, and this man resembles Hercules's cousin!

When they discovered it was because of Sia, her rotten reputation sank even further. Somehow, a rumor spread that Sia liked eating dead rats. It sparked ridicule and disgust wherever she went. However, the smell was almost gone. I knew that it was because I had not fallen into her trap. The misfortune she had prepared for me had not stuck. Her scheme was on the verge of failing. I assumed that she would not be able to hold back much longer. Surely enough, two days later, she somehow convinced my other roommate to switch rooms with her temporarily.

River gestured to Kael"That's Kael Ashbourne. You'll get used to his death stares eventually. Enough about us, what's your name?" "I'm Seth...Seth Calix" I said Theo's mouth was hanging open besides me "Wait, wait wait... you're sharing a room with Kael? Kael fucking Ashbourne?" "What?" River nodded. "Room 3A,the vip room has been empty for some time. Looks like Kael got himself a new roommate" I felt every drop of blood drain from my face that instant, being in the same dorm as the popular group was bad enough, and now I had to live with Kael in one fucking room.

She accused me of being the girl in the photos and claimed that I was the one who had insulted everyone in the group chat. Unfortunately, Linda had used my account to post those comments, leaving me unable to defend myself. As the thugs dragged me away, I desperately pleaded with our other roommate, Layla Quinn, to help. But Layla sided with Linda, her tone cold and dismissive. “Avis, don’t pin your mess on Linda. Own up to what you’ve done. It’s just having your clothes ripped off. It’s not a big deal. You should take responsibility for your actions.” With that, I was dragged to a nearby wooded area, where I was brutally assaulted and left to die. The thugs stripped me naked and dumped my l

I was more than a little amazed that as bad as Matt was, he was worse. Matt was an inconsiderate asshole, but Simon was a complete loser. He was an arrogant prick who looked down on just about everyone. Frankly, I didn't think his kind existed anywhere outside of a movie theater until I met him in person. Live and learn. I figured I knew the reason why I got stuck with Simon. There weren't many guys who would want someone for a roommate who might sleep with his girl while he was passed out in the same room. And by not many, I mean none.

This whole thing was a setup, with every step being linked to one another and filled with malice. What were they plotting? If they showed up safe and sound, this would, at most, end up being a prank. I wouldn't be able to explain myself, and my schoolmates and Ms. Watts would see me as a vain and lying freak. But now, my roommates have disappeared. I—a roommate who did not attend the event after booking the tickets and as someone with a history of bad blood with them—had been turned into the prime suspect instantly. I forced myself to calm down. My thoughts raced. I got to my feet slowly, packed up my books, then tottered my way to the dormitory building.

I bark below his tall frame towering above me. He tugs his hair back behind his ear and looks down at me with quizzical eyes. “Why do you like to complain all the time?” He shakes his head, appearing confused. Dickhead. “Did I cry when Mr. Tiny Shirt or your female friend from the down floor came here? Or do I grit my teeth at your friend, A****n? No. Because I was patient. So, me making use of this place now is as fair as this should be, for you’ve been taking too much benefit of this place more than I did. Take this as a righteous percentage share of a roommate.”

“Her roommate also rearranged objects in her house every night in the name of protecting her.” When I heard this, I felt my skin crawl. “What happened after that?” “Her personality completely changed after she came back, as if she had become someone entirely different. Her roommate moved away the next day, and we couldn’t contact her anymore.” “Are you saying that my situation is the same as this girl’s?” “It’s similar, but there are certain differences.” Henry stood up and looked out the window. “The biggest difference is that you still remember who you are.” “What does that mean?”

“Because you’re the one who put him in a coma, Hera. What happened messed up our work completely! This is what you have to do—unless you want to go to jail?” My father’s words freeze me solid. I can’t speak. The next morning, reality hits me hard: I’m now living with a psychopath next door. A comatose man whose very possibility of waking up fills every part of me with dread. Please, please don’t wake up!