Romance Books About Roommates Novels & Stories

I replied, trying to reassure her. "Are these roommates all men?" She inquired, taking the lease from my hand and flipping through its pages. "Kyle... someone, and..." She paused, trying to identify a signature, and I rolled my eyes. "Julianna Macey, give me a straight answer now. Are they all men?" "Yes!" I exclaimed, taking the papers back. "Why is that even a concern? I've met them, and they're all nice people. They're good guys!"

I immediately got dressed and looked for Hiro's condo but with so many condos in this area I could not find it immediately until nightfall when I asked his male friend where he was, He immediately told it out to me. I immediately went to Hiro's condo and knocked. A seconds late the door opened and I saw Hiro dripping wet and wiping his hair. He immediately raised an eyebrow when He saw me. “Who are you” He said to me while raising his eyebrow. “I’m your roommate” I nervously said, I don’t know if he really forgot me or he was just pretending. “Which one?” “ Near in Avenue Jean Moulin” I said and bite my lower lip. “Ah The one who peeked, Why don’t come inside” He said and open the door.

I roll my eyes “I don’t see how that is manipulation, Diane. We’re both helping each other. It was a business proposal and you willingly accepted it less than 36 hours ago” “No, I did not. I didn’t sign that contract” I shake my head, my voice firm. I can’t begin to come to terms with the thought that I am getting married to my roommate, who happens to be my best friend’s ex-boyfriend, and whom I have had sex with. Jason watches me for a long moment then he sighs and stands up. He walks over to his desk where his laptop sits and opens it. Something about the calmness of his movements makes my stomach twist with dread.

"I want every filthy thing you've ever dreamed about. I want to be part of everything." "Careful what you wish for." Ronan grins against my shoulder. "We have a lot of dreams. Some of them might shock you." I look around at my three roommates, all of them tangled with me and each other, and I realize this is exactly where I belong. Not just with them, but part of them. Part of whatever this is that we've created together. "Good thing I'm not going anywhere." I kiss each of them in turn, tasting myself and each other on their lips. "We have plenty of time to explore everything."

Do as the partner’s wife said, “kick butt’’.’ She grinned. ‘I almost wish I hadn’t met Rollie. I’d like to come to Victoria with you, share that apartment and watch what happens between you two.’ ‘Nothing’s going to happen between us! If I go to work for the company, he’ll probably have as little to do with me as possible, and I know that’s what I’ aim for myself.’ ‘Uh-uh.’ Janice shook her head. ‘In all the best romance books, when the man and the woman strike sparks off each other at first meeting, they end up in bed together within the next few chapters.’ Lynne laughed. ‘This,’ she said, ‘is not a story. This is real life.’

“Wait — does this mean I get to live vicariously through you? Late-night rink makeouts? You wearing his hoodie? Secret locker room moments? I need details, Ivy. I’m invested now.” I groaned and fell backward onto my bed, covering my face with my hands. Lena’s joyful squealing was the polar opposite of the dread currently eating me alive. The scholarship review. The fake relationship. The way my body had betrayed me when Asher pulled me against him in front of all those cameras. And now this — my roommate treating it like the romance of the century. “Lena,” I mumbled through my fingers, “it’s not what it looks like.” She poked my side. “Then what is it? Because it looked pretty damn real to m

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

she grinned, and I cocked my head to the side. “Anderson’s Hall. No, our rooms won’t be next to each other,” I said, and her smile fell as she dropped her arms. “Oh,” she muttered. I nodded, tucking a stray strand of hair that had fallen out of my ponytail behind my ear. “I looked up the dormitories, and Anderson’s is a little far from Queens,” her shoulders sagged, and her brows drew together. “We’ll be so far from each other,” she mumbled, and I chuckled, shaking my head.

"I was starting to think you’d finally dropped out to join a monastery. You’ve got the haircut for it." Ethan felt the blood rush to his face, a familiar heat that always ignited the moment Liam opened his mouth. "Rossi. What the hell are you doing in my room?" "Correction," Liam finally looked up, his dark curls messy and his amber eyes gleaming with a predatory kind of amusement. "Our room. There was a 'logistical oversight' with the housing department. Something about a burst pipe in the West Wing. Since we’re the top two seeds for the Fellowship, the Dean figured we’d love to... collaborate."

Ericka patted his hand sympathetically, "you were about as subtle as a brick through a window." "Everyone knew except you two," Maxwell added. "It was honestly painful to watch." Ericka rolled her eyes at her brother, “Most brothers don’t like the idea that their sister is likely to end up with their best friend.” Maxwell eyed the pair sceptically. "That's because most brothers don't have best friends who write ridiculous 'no romance' clauses into their lease agreements." Dominic winced at the reminder. "I'm never going to live that down, am I?"