Romance Books About Roommates Novels & Stories

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 closed the box, then started to pack some of my books into another one. “Then why don’t you just move in with me?” Anne suggested. “What?” I wasn’t surprised, I knew she’d offer me her apartment. But I wasn’t the type of person who simply would want to invade other people’s space. “Come on, Cat! I mean, we’re going to be roommates. We have so much in common, like our huge obsession about movies and books!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “Plus, my apartment is huge, the baby would have its own space” She cheered, but I suddenly shook my head.

“It looks good on ya. You just look like a grown up, but I know better so …” She went to kick his shin but he dodged her, swiping her bags and starting toward the spare bedroom upstairs. “Can’t I stay downstairs?” Lucas stopped on the first step and looked back over his shoulder. “Nah, I have a roommate.” Delaney gave him three lazy blinks and looked around. “You what?” He shrugged his shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal. “It’ll be fine, swear.”

I asked, quickly diverting the topic. Her eyes sparkled in delight as she showed me the front cover of the book. "It's a new book I bought! It's about childhood friends who eventually turn into lovers. They've done everything together since they were kids, so they never really viewed each other as potential lovers. However, when they stepped into college and decided to be roommates, they started seeing each other in a different light. It's so good! And I'm at the part where the guy is finally going to propose to the girl!"

“Let me teach you a few positions that make it easier to get pregnant. First, you do this, and then…” Annette’s face turned bright red as she listened, her wide eyes glistening with a mixture of embarrassment and fascination. She nodded absentmindedly, clearly overwhelmed. After sharing her “tips,” Rachel told Annette to take a shower, saying she’d help her with makeup once she was back so they could head out for Annette’s debut as a “lucky charm.” While they were busy, I used the downtime to post a question on the university’s online forum: "Urgent! My roommate is selling herself and dragging another roommate into it. What should I do?"

“Roommate?” “Yeah,” River said cheerfully, oblivious to the way Juliette’s smile was now twitching like she was planning something sinister . “They’ve been rooming together since the start of the semester.” Juliette’s grip on Kael’s arm tightened like she wanted to snap it in half. Her eyes went back to me, narrowing. I suddenly felt like a mouse surrounded by cats. Rooming with Kael while hiding my true identity was already hard enough, but now I had a new problem... Juliette, the Kael obsessed bitch who apparently did not like sharing her imaginary boyfriend with anyone.

Glad to announce that the second book My Roomie under the “My” Series will be starting from the next chapter. Below is a little introduction to the next book: Ellis Carter has exactly four problems. He’s broke. He’s overworked. He’s sleep deprived. And his apartment just burned down. Now he’s stuck sharing a room with Julian Cross, Beaumont University’s untouchable golden boy. They clash. They argue. They drive each other insane. Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else.

"Avis, could you grab my body wash? It’s on my desk. I'm busy showering; I can't go over to get it." On the balcony, my roommate, Linda Lowe, was indulging in her cold shower, basking in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Our dorm wasn’t on a high floor, and anyone passing below could easily glance up to enjoy the view. But Linda didn’t care. Far from it—she seemed to revel in it, swaying her body with exaggerated movements as though she couldn’t wait to flaunt herself.

"I told you earlier that they have always been more her friends than mine. And not because I don't like them, but because the ages are different and we have different ideas of what recreation, fun, is." "I see." "Last month, Alexandra told me that she was advertising for a roommate position in her apartment. That she needed someone to talk to, that she was feeling a little lonely. I guess her friends were more distractions than anything else.... And that she needed someone who really understood her. Someone besides me." Emanuele nods and drinks a glass of water while Joshua takes a breath to continue the explanation.

During my senior year of college, I started dating Leo Whitman online. He was the hottest guy on campus. All through winter break, he texted me every day. He kept me company while I took my grandmother to her pre-op appointments. One night, at two in the morning, he even promised that when we got back to Boston, he'd make up for all the hugs we'd missed. Then the new semester started, and we finally met at the student center. The moment Leo saw me, his face fell. He pulled out his phone, showed me a photo, and said there had been a mix-up. He'd added the wrong girl on Instagram. The girl he had a crush on was my roommate, Vivian Blake. Back in December, Leo had spotted Vivian at the school's