Psychopath Roommate Novels & Stories

I immediately fished out my laptop from my cupboard and called Mum on Skype, I knew she would be at home at this time. “Hi Muma, I am finally done settling in, I just wanted to let you know I missed you already”, I could feel a really bright stupid smile on my face as I got up from my bed to show her the room, that if someone entered the house right now, they would think I was about to go crazy, but I didn’t care because my mum was my all. “Hi sweetie, I’m so proud of you baby and I’m sure your dad would be too”, I heard her sniffle a little but in a second, she wiped her eyes and smiled at me then continued “So tell me, how is everything going, how is your roommate, did you tell her how pis

“What I’m saying is that we’re not friends for you to just casually invite me to watch your game.” He raised a brow. “I’m not inviting you. And we don’t have to be friends.” “I’m not going,” I said deadpan. Dude was acting weird, and I wanted no association with him in any way — not after the party, not after all these years. No, thank you. I like my heart unbroken and my mental health intact. “Why?” I scoffed, moving farther away toward my door. “Because we’re not friends! You don’t like me and I don’t like you either,” I snapped before taking a deep breath. “Thank you for letting me stay with you, but you don’t have to become nice to me overnight. It’s creepy.”

"No, Lila, why are you so sensitive? I wasn’t refusing you. I only had one left, and I was on my period too. You’re really just too sensitive." Our other two roommates, Natalie Rivers and Chloe Hart, heard her voice and came over. Seeing Rachel’s fragile, innocent act, they took her side immediately. "Lila, don’t overthink it. Rachel wouldn’t intentionally refuse you." "Come on. We’re roommates. Let’s not start suspecting each other." Sensitive? Was I really the one being sensitive? I started doubting myself, questioning my own judgment, wondering if maybe I really was too sensitive. However, later, I realized I had been right all along. Rachel had twisted everything and pushed the blame ont

Emma was an uptight, pedantic, know-it-all wannabe-intellectual. Needless to say, we didn’t like her. But unfortunately, we couldn’t afford the apartment on our own, and Emma was the only roommate we could find at the time. I grabbed a cold soda and popped it open, then took a long drink from it. I felt the chill spread through my throat and chest and felt a slight relief, but then the compulsive thoughts returned, and I was reliving the same scene again. I downed my drink hoping for relief, but it didn’t come this time around. The thoughts of sweaty, obscene sex would not relent.

she didn't look sorry" It is also a fine environment* Wouldn't hurt to complain even if it all happened two weeks ago. "I would have preferred a personal house of my own, I keep bumping into people," and they keep bumping into my room, she frowned. As if reading her mind, Doc asked " tell me about your roommates" "We haven't talked much. There's Will, he's a great person, seems he can read minds, cause he left me alone, doesn't push conversations and he's an artist like me"

In a month I have learned nothing of value about him, not managed to get under that mask of indifference or become anything more than an annoying voice in his day. He comes and goes sometimes, with another bimbo in tow, and I am sick to death of hearing the women wailing like banshees through sex anytime he stays over. I never opted for a roommate who had a sex drive of a serial screwer, and I sure as hell don’t want to fall into bed every night and listen to some slapper getting off with him when I am tired and pissed off.

His dark circles, as well as his tired body, were evidence of his sleepless nights. "Why don't you try for a paying guest?" he suggested as he picked up the cushion that had fallen from his kick. "You're forgetting that I live in a one-bedroom apartment." "I don't have an extra room." He was perplexed and raised his head. "You could tell them you're looking for a roommate." Sharing a room with a boy will have no effect on you. Because you are rarely at home. And if they refuse, you can sleep on the sofa here. By the way, where do you sleep now?

Rose pov My eyes got stuck at her. However much I wanted to either move close to her and cover up or just get out of the room. The thing is I didn't do any of the above .I just stood there watching at whatever she was doing... You can call me what you want. Moments later, I came back to my senses and realized that I was seeing my roommate, a good friend of mine mastrabating on my bed. Can this be true, she could do this in her room. What has made her do this..

he said, opening the document for me. I needed to find an answer to this because even after coming here, my mind kept drifting back to Theo. If I knew having a roommate would be this draining, I would have not giving in to him. “Did you hear anything I just said, Mr. Armoni?” Fenton cleared his throat, snapping me out of my thoughts. “I've never seen you space out before. You've been acting different lately, ever since you got yourself a roommate. I told you it wasn't a good idea.”

“You confessed to plotting double murders.” “It was just one.” He dropped his hands dramatically, tilting his head. “Are we gonna debate on that?” “Fine,” I sighed. “Whatever.” “Guess who’s getting another cell all to himself?” he said, tapping his knuckles against the mattress. “You?” I refused to show the shock on my face as I asked. It’s expected that psychopaths like me should be isolated from the sane people. “I don’t know, man. Could be me, us — depending on how you behave.”