Romance Books About Roommates Novels & Stories

“Drama. I get it. My ex’s mom tried to sue me for ‘alienation of affection’ when we broke up. She lost. But still. Drama.” I laughed again. “That’s insane.” “Welcome to college.” She grinned. “So, roommate rules. One: No loud sex when the other is trying to sleep. Two: if you’re crying, I get to bring snacks and ask invasive questions. Three: We split fridge space fifty-fifty. Four: if either of us needs an alibi, we’ve got each other.” I stared at her. Then grinned back. “Deal.” She held out her pinky. I hooked mine around it.

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!"

A little while later, she heard some noise from the apartment and thought about checking in to see if her roommates were around. Gaby heard joyful voices inside the main entrance as she approached. She was anxious since this was her first time sharing a home. According to the book, most roommates don’t get along because of their personalities. Gaby took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. As she walked in and closed the door, the three ladies just stared at her without saying a word. She said, “Hello!” timidly. Three ladies inside were screaming, “Oh my God!” Their sudden scream startled her.

Judith intrigued, could not resist any longer, and snatched the keyboard from Garance. Despite themselves, their hands exchanged a furtive caress. Garance did not know how not to feel disturbed by this touch. She would have liked to imprison the moment, but she tried to dismiss this half-assumed thought. What if Judith had noticed? My dear roommates, It was with great happiness that I found your ad and accompanied by the very palpable joy that I took up my virtual pen to apply for a room ... Or even a suite, you never know! By a surge of generosity! My gaze wandered with delight on the photos of the charming The Casa Bella ... I was very seduced by the surrounding magnificence of this extrao

The pink walls behind her made her look even more dangerous somehow. “Tell me again,” she said slowly, eyes locked on River, “why you are on my bed like you pay rent here.” River did not even look at her. He waved his phone in the air like a victory flag. “Because your roommate just dragged the vampire prince on the internet and lived to tell the tale.” Jane’s eye twitched. “Get off the bed.” “No,” he said cheerfully. “You stole my cool roommate. You do not get to make rules anymore. Congratulations. You are now stuck with me.”

“I’m not ready to talk about it yet.” Anne nodded immediately. “That’s okay,” she replied softly. “Whenever you’re ready.” Joy gave her a grateful look, and the conversation shifted again to lighter topics. By the time they finished their coffee and began walking back to the apartment, the distance between them had disappeared completely. What had started as a simple roommate arrangement had quietly turned into a deeper friendship. When they got home, Anne went straight into the kitchen. “Sit down,” she said with a small smile. “I’ll make breakfast.”

The picture showed Callista and a blond haired girl about the same age in Central Park, their arms over each other's shoulders. "That's me and my roommate, Lana," Callista answered in reply to Gabrielle's unasked question, holding out one of the beers as she did. "She's doesn't get home from work until about eight." "Oh," Gabrielle simply said as she took a long pull on the bottle of cold beer. "A roommate in an apartment as small as this could also be a lover, but that wasn't a subject Gabrielle wanted to consider at the moment." Callisita took a long drink of her own before setting herself down on the couch next to Gabrielle. A second drink followed before she put the bottle down next to L

“Tell me about the boy who broke your heart.” I sighed. “It’s… complicated. There’s three of them, actually. And it's weird that you care." He spit out his drink. “What?! Firstly, what?! Secondly, I've grown into a man" "answer, just the first one, which is, what?!" “Not like that!” I laughed at his facial expression “Well… kind of.” “Explain.” So I did. About Ethan and Zoe and the arranged CEO deal. About Jasper and his charm and silence. And about Liam—my confusing, temperamental, talented roommate who kept getting under my skin.

Still clinging to the illusion that life was black and white, that desire could be filed away like paper in a drawer. Back in New Orleans, I was the girl people barely noticed. A bookworm with oversized glasses, more familiar with fictional romances than real ones. I hadn’t even kissed anyone properly, let alone... anything more. I thought sex was messy, uncomfortable, something to avoid. The thought of giving myself to someone... I mean, letting a guy inside me used to make my stomach twist, but not in a good way. And then I met Damian Holt. He was magnetic. Impossible to look away from. Tall, devastatingly handsome, with dark blue eyes that could burn straight through your soul. One glance

“Don’t what?” “Don’t make this weird.” Her voice dropped, playful but sincere. “Hayden, everything is already weird. I’m just choosing fun.” For a moment, I forgot everything. Then my phone buzzed. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Lilian noticed anyway. “Bad timing?” “Story of my life,” I muttered, silencing it. She studied me for a second. “Roommate drama?” “You could say that.” “Ah,” she nodded knowingly. “The kind that makes you want to throw someone off a balcony.”