Romance Books About Roommates Novels & Stories

What did that even mean? I slammed my new bedroom door behind me, tossed my suitcase on the bed, and muttered, “No fighting, my ass.” ——— By midnight, the walls were shaking. I had a presentation the next day, so of course I was curled up at my desk with my laptop, notecards, and highlighters. And of course my roommate, the human migraine, decided it was the perfect time to blast music. I shoved my chair back and marched to his door. Knock. Knock. Knock.

Plus, he was a nice distraction from the turbulence. Her ears popped as they reached a cruising altitude. Now for hours of nothing. Yet another day lost to cross-continent travel. At least she wasn't getting shot at. There were worse ways to spend a day. "What's your roommate like?" she asked without opening her eyes. "Which one?" Alec's hand slid over her knee. "Wait-there's more than one?" She turned her head and frowned at him. "Oh. Yeah. There's Ryan, Paxton, Silas and Vito. Carson will probably be around. She's Ryan's girlfriend."

Rosa When I received the email from Rochester with my new roommate assignment, I kicked a hole through my closet door. I couldn’t think of a worse way to spend my senior year than putting up with Isabella Tumicci and her future husband aka Gabriel Caruso, asshole of the century. Isabella’s last roommate found a way to escape the torture. If I knew how she did it, I would replicate it. As it was, I’d been in a pissy mood since I’d found out.

She seems nervous. I frown, "Okay, Mom." She opens the door to a room, and I'm speechless, it's not white, it's a deep maroon color. The room is bigger than Lacey's, and that's something I didn't think could be possible. There's a sofa in the corner and beside it is a small bookcase. Walking into the room, I walk over to the bookcase and run my fingers across the spines of the books that are there. Mom went all out. She bought books from my favorite authors. Nora Roberts, Harper Sloan, Carly Phillips, and of course E.L. James. I love the story of Christian and Ana, it's such a beautiful love story.

Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business – I scoffed at the roommate ad, is he looking for a roommate or does he want a maid? I folded the paper into my bag as I walked into the bank to clear out all the money from me and Marty’s joint account, ten thousand dollars, it was nothing much but it was enough to get me started on a new life.

"Hi everyone, I'm Kelly Anderson. I'm the Wolf Princess." My roommate made a dramatic entrance the moment she walked in. She had on a full set of wolf fur, her makeup was flawless, and she appeared superior to everyone else in the room. "The Wolf Princess? From the ancient race in the myths? I heard they isolated themselves from society, but they're still known to be insanely powerful!" One of our roommates gasped in excitement and practically skipped over to her. Their eyes were wide with admiration. "Is that real wolf fur? That's so cool! I've never seen it before! I heard your people wear wolf fur all the time!"

"I... you... don't try to seduce me, Killian. It won't work." "I'm not trying to seduce anyone. I'm just getting ready for bed." "Besides," she continued, her voice getting higher, "no intimacy in our agreement! So take your mind off it. We don't love each other. We're just... roommates." The word 'roommates' hit me like a slap. For some reason, it annoyed me more than it should have. "Right," I said coldly. "Roommates." I grabbed some clothes from my closet and changed quickly, my mood suddenly dark.

Therefore, Nora felt that meeting a roommate like Gina was a stain in her university life. She was especially envious of Silvia, who had three kind roommates, Wendy, Jane, and Miya. They became best friends after four years and still maintained such a close friendship even after going separate ways upon graduation. Although her other two roommates were very nice, and she got along very well with them, she still felt as if Gina’s presence ruined everything, resulting in her reluctance to go back to the dormitory.

Elaine Lenard Brockett “Don’t they look like the couple of the year? Ugh, but it’s hard to top a forbidden and scandalous romance like the Lycan’s, but they are getting there.” Her roommate commented as she flipped through one of the many gossip magazines she had hoarded. “I need context to reply; you know the drill.” Elaine answered nonchalantly as she removed her books from her back to lay them on the desk. Midterms were almost there, and if she intended to graduate earlier than her class—before her birthday, she needed to maintain her position and grades.

Millie asked with a smile. Millie and Lisa majored in performance arts while Annabelle studied business management like Paige. While the roommates were cordial, they were not close. They were simply girls living in the same dorm, where they could enjoy a good laugh and have meals together at the school cafeteria. They might be petty to each other sometimes, but it was all harmless. On the surface, they maintained a good relationship. Paige shook her head. “Paige, you’re newlyweds…” Lisa raised her brow suggestively.