Romance Books About Roommates Novels & Stories

The door was barely ajar, but with a mere nudge, it swung open. A jumble of beige high heels and women's belongings lay scattered across the floor. My mind sprinted, piecing together the story these objects hinted at. Burning with suppressed anger and panic, I looked toward the bed, and my heart plummeted. It was as if a dagger had sliced through my soul. Julia Brooks, my college best friend and the roommate I spent four years with, was tangled in the sheets with Liam, my soon-to-be husband. Her eyes met mine, taunting me, as her moans escalated.

"You should've seen your face! It was epic! Hahaha!" "You fucking weirdo!" Before he could recover from his laughter, I gave him some punch on the face and hit him more with the books on my table. He's the worst roommate ever.

"Who's this?" The little red head dipped under his chin, and reached up to smack his arm with vengeance. It was cute, that she thought she was scary, and he simply waited for her to introduce him. Curious what she would say. "This is Jackson, he's our new roommate, Randy invited him." She said it simply, and Jackson felt oddly disappointed. Well, that was lame. He always liked a little spice. Leaning his elbows down over her chair, with arms cradled innocently on either side of her silky strands, he cooed. "Don't let the princess fool you, I'm also her very, very, best friend. Why, we're almost inseparable now."

Three weeks into their new arrangement, Grace learned that dating your roommate was both easier and far more challenging than she had imagined. The easy parts were obvious…….morning kisses over coffee, falling asleep in Max's arms, and knowing that he'd begun placing little notes in her food bag with bad food puns that made her colleagues roll their eyes and secretly chuckle. Their physical chemistry was obvious, and living together enabled them to enjoy the luxury of serene mornings and eased afternoons without the logistical difficulties that most new relationships entail.

I promise! Finally, as you would've guessed, "Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend" is coming to an end soon. Specifically, in August. No worries, the next book in the "Roommates" series will kick off right after, focusing on a different character and her/his future after this phase. If there are any more complaints, comments or general opinions, please comment under this chapter. Till then, please... Sit back and enjoy. Signed, Author.

Lucretia inhaled deeply and found herself relaxing into the familiarity of her friend’s presence, the warmth of their bond a welcome respite from the storm that had been raging within her. "Do not tell me we are going into the room you share with your husband, the ruthless Don" Rosana rolled her eyes and pushed the door open. "Of course not, this is my room. But I have never had the opportunity to step foot in here until now" "But why?" "Because I have a roommate who does not think I deserve to stay in my own place. We are forever roomies" Lucretia laughed and went to sit on the bed. "Is that not f*cking wonderful?"

“Fine. As long as whoever you're fucking is one person only. Because sleeping around will cancel our first rule of you womanizing. Just one person.” “I can handle that.” I racked my head for the next rule and when it came, I saw through it as a way for him not to think that I had feelings for him. Even though I wanted Anthony to know I fell for him, I was scared of him finding out and us breaking every tie we have. This rule would make more sense to him because being married to him may one day open his eyes to my feelings. “The next rule…” I paused to face him with three fingers raised. “When we are living together, we will not be sharing a room. We will stay in separate rooms.”

“So, why isn’t it convenient for me to stay at your place? Didn’t you say it has two rooms?” “I rented the other one out.” “To a guy or a girl?” “A guy.” Marvin narrowed his eyes. She smiled. “Don’t worry. He’s a colleague—super proper.” Linda’s reply pulled Marvin right out of his wallowing. A single male colleague, renting her spare room. They’re coworkers by day, housemates by night. Sharing a kitchen and bathroom, eating dinner together after work... Wasn’t this the classic setup for slow-burn romance? Marvin said flatly, “You think he’s proper?”

either was a possibility. “Finally! Philipe and I had begun to think you'd decided against marrying my son,” the woman with golden hair and long manicured fingernails said rather haughtily. She looked down her nose at Cassie and I as we were introduced, turning to Yvonne pointedly. “And which one is your roommate?” “Oh, neither ma'am. My roommate and I are not friends.” Mrs Campbell pursed her lips in obvious judgement. “I've always believed that if one cannot get along with one's roommate at university, then one is not mature enough to enter into a long term relationship.”

I’ve waited weeks to get this tea. “Urghhh. Worst roommate I’ve had in my entire academy life. That witch turned my room into a battlefield. Constant drama.Good riddance.” Okaaaay? Hailey and Eva were roommates? That explains so much. And maybe… more than roommates? Goddess, it’s like everyone at this academy signed a confidentiality pact. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I say softly. “But like—how bad was it that they had to remodel the whole dorm system? Couldn’t they just, like, separate you?”