Room Mate Series Novels & Stories

Her eyes flicked to me quick assessment, then dismissal before returning to Dante. “Still living in that shoebox dorm?” she asked, smiling like it was an inside joke. “Yeah.” His voice was flat. “With Eli.” She looked at me again longer this time. Recognition dawned. “Oh. Right. The roommate.” The way she said it made my skin crawl. Dante shifted put himself half in front of me without making it obvious. “What do you want, Riley?” She shrugged, casual. “Just wanted to see how you’re holding up. You know… old times’ sake.”

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.

“That'll be tomorrow's business. Get out of my room. We'll talk later, if you want.” “Does it look like I want to talk to you?” he asked. “I want to take you to bed.” Disgusting. “Do I look like a hoe to you? I don't sleep with strangers.” “I'm your roommate not a stranger,” He smirked and took a step forward. I was really going to kill him but luckily for him, the girl called him from the living room. “Done with my shower,” I heard her say. “Will be back,” Alec breathed into my ear and headed to the door.

•.• Skylar •.• “I’m Room 16,” Harper said, staring at her phone. “Queens Hall.” She looked up at me. The school had sent out details of students’ dorm rooms and every other vital piece of information through email. “What room are you?” she asked, and I pursed my lips, staring down at my phone. “Room 17…” I was interrupted when Harper shrieked and threw her arms around me. “Our rooms will be right next to each other!” she grinned, and I cocked my head to the side.

I'm like babysitting and studying at the same time. As it was time to sleep, we had Toma use the guest room while I rest in mine. He insisted to sleep in my room, but I want him out of sight even once in a while. But when I got into my bed, it got difficult to sleep with all the weird thoughts on my mind. sfx: step, step, step… "What the heck is that?" I muttered as I heard footsteps outside my room. I've taken peek outside of my room and saw Toma standing near and answering a phone call. So he was still awake in the middle of the night? Maybe he's talking to Cami.

My roommate was supposed to be someone named Zayn. Room 214. As I entered, I heard loud noise from down the hall… someone complaining about push-up competitions, someone shouting about a lost sneaker, someone laughing like they had no worries in life. Ah. Boy universe. Loud. Chaotic. Smelled faintly like deodorant and ego. Finally, I reached my door. My hand trembled slightly as I pushed it open. The room was surprisingly cozy. Two beds, two desks, warm lighting. One side neat and organized… a sign that someone took pride in their space. Thank goodness.

Jenna blurted out, completely caught off guard. Drake offered a faint smile, as though this was amusing to him. “Looks like I’m your third roommate.” Drake Vexmoor was the third roommate? He leaned casually against the counter, his eyes flicking toward her with the same unreadable depth from before. “Morning,” he said with a slow, amused grin. Jenna blinked. “You… live here?” “Looks like it,” he said simply. “I was told this room was reserved for a special pairing. Seems I got lucky.”

“Colton’s roommate is away tonight, so Heath and I are going to stay in his bedroom.” Kate wanted to argue with her, but didn’t see the point. Paloma was headstrong and stubborn and once she had made up her mind, there wasn’t much Kate could say to change it. She didn’t blame her though. A bed sounded better than Kate’s pull-out couch. She nodded, watching as her friend retreated into Colton’s apartment, Heath trailing behind her.

Silence descended upon the room after my roommate, Quinn Lawrence, disappeared. I looked at my other two roommates, Rosalie Walters and Tiffany Norton. We tried to push the door open again to no avail. It didn't even budge an inch. My heart hammered wildly in my chest as I looked at the wall of comments before me. A thin layer of sweat beaded across my forehead. I knew without a doubt that the person that the commenters were looking for was me. After I changed majors during my junior year in university, I developed a crush on the campus heartthrob, Seth Sterling.

"When I met your roommate on last Friday, I thought I have met and have seen her before. I was also not sure about her identity so I avoided talking with you on this matter with my half knowledge. Today, I was browsing through old pictures in my cellphone and coincidentally, I have came across one picture. Now, I remember that your roommate had once attended project party with Sam. It was almost more than year back. She had come along with Sam. Sam had introduced her as a family to everyone. Later, I had seen her couple of times in the nearby supermarket that I often visits. Sam did not bring her back to any parties after that party . But, they both had danced together in that party. I do ha