Romance Books About Roommates Novels & Stories

“Problem?” She nods toward the third floor. “Looks like Lisa’s decided to host a late-night symphony for two. I’d prefer not to play third wheel to that concert.” Her nose scrunches, and it’s absurd how cute that expression is. Like she’s annoyed and adorable all at once. “Yeah, no one wants to walk in on a live-action romance novel.” I chuckle. “Plot twist: surprise roommate on the couch.” She laughs, shaking her head. “A very awkward epilogue.”

He pushed into me without warning, stretching and completing me. We always made love on the floor, knowing that our passion could easily break a bed. During our passionate encounter, every touch, every kiss, and every thrust brought us closer together, igniting a fire within us that consumed all other thoughts and worries. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the intensity of our connection grew, and I could feel the love and desire flowing between us. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathless moans and the rhythm of our bodies colliding. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion, indulging in the pleasure that only we could share.

Someone fixed a lot of things. My former room didn't have a balcony, just huge windows. As the student president I was given a whole room to myself, no roommate. I would've asked for one but I don't think anyone can be a better roommate than Roxie so I let it be. The balcony is huge. Damon made me understand that some elite kids also have the same balconies in their rooms. I checked around and he's right. Lyra and Luciana might be staying together, but their room is just like mine, equipped with everything anyone might ever need.

Though both Hei-ran and Hana could handle themselves (usually), Cho-ae held her pride and would refuse to go even if she could no longer see straight. Though of course that would mean Cho-ae was indebted a few favors to Young-mi, but she didn't exactly mind. Being her friend, being her roommate was a big privilege enough for anyone in SNU. But more so for Cho-ae, who found herself catching a crush the first few weeks they were roomed together.

“Nothing to do with your terrifyingly hot roommate, then?” My pen froze mid-stroke. “What?” She smirked, slow and knowing. “Please. Everyone’s seen you two. You’re like the setup for a terrible rom-com. Brooding quarterback and coffee-shop softboy. Sparks practically shoot out of your doorway every time one of you walks in.” Heat crawled up my neck and bloomed across my cheeks. “You’re hallucinating. Probably a side effect of eating mystery meat every day.” Jamie snorted but—mercifully—let it drop. I shoved my notes into my bag with more force than necessary, chest tight. If even Jamie had noticed the tension leaking out of our room like smoke…

You live with your five friends, in the college apartment. Where you enjoy each other's company. Plus all five, like you secretly. Jeke is very romantic and stubborn with you. Lucas is playful and in love with you. Nicolas is serious and possessive of you. Henri is obsessed and jealous and Levi is shy and affectionate. You are in the living room of the apartment watching a movie, when you heard the sounds of footsteps in the door, which indicated that the boys had arrived.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

“I am on it.” She put all of us to work right away, with Ethan chopping vegetables at the counter, me setting the table, and Eric carrying dishes over even though he kept shooting me looks whenever he could. Aunt Lisa kept up a steady stream of conversation the whole time, her voice filling the space and easing some of the earlier tension. “So tell me how you and my nephew ended up as roommates,” she asked while stirring a pot on the stove. I answered as carefully as I could. “We go to the same school so we were assigned the same room in the same dorm.”

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

Just then, the living room door creaked open. "Giselle?" Distracted by the noise, Blake hurried out of the room. Dylan and I breathed sighs of relief. The tension drained out of my body. The flame of desire burning within me had also been extinguished. I shoved Dylan aside and said, "No. We can't do this here." Dylan let out a low chuckle, his hot breath fanning across my ear. "So you'll let me sleep with you as long as it's not here?"