Room Mate Series Novels & Stories

Nora said, relief flooding her voice. “Barely,” Mason muttered. Behind them, the intercom came alive again. “Trial One: complete.” “Proceeding to Phase Two: Revelation.” The lights flickered once more this time revealing the space they’d entered. Rows of beds lined the walls. Each had a nameplate at the head. Lola froze. “Those are… ours.” Every bed had a name: Lola Quinn. Adam Pierce. Nora James. Mason Lee. And one more. At the far end of the room, the final bed bore a fifth name.

River gestured to Kael"That's Kael Ashbourne. You'll get used to his death stares eventually. Enough about us, what's your name?" "I'm Seth...Seth Calix" I said Theo's mouth was hanging open besides me "Wait, wait wait... you're sharing a room with Kael? Kael fucking Ashbourne?" "What?" River nodded. "Room 3A,the vip room has been empty for some time. Looks like Kael got himself a new roommate" I felt every drop of blood drain from my face that instant, being in the same dorm as the popular group was bad enough, and now I had to live with Kael in one fucking room.

I immediately fished out my laptop from my cupboard and called Mum on Skype, I knew she would be at home at this time. “Hi Muma, I am finally done settling in, I just wanted to let you know I missed you already”, I could feel a really bright stupid smile on my face as I got up from my bed to show her the room, that if someone entered the house right now, they would think I was about to go crazy, but I didn’t care because my mum was my all. “Hi sweetie, I’m so proud of you baby and I’m sure your dad would be too”, I heard her sniffle a little but in a second, she wiped her eyes and smiled at me then continued “So tell me, how is everything going, how is your roommate, did you tell her how pis

Clutching her phone, she burst into tears and ran into the bathroom. From outside, I could vaguely hear her making a complaint call. Her voice was nothing like usual—pinched and cloying, unpleasant to listen to. Grinding her teeth, Joey dropped back into her chair. The other roommate, Carmen Radler, asked worriedly, "She isn't really dating Nick, is she? We really can't afford to offend someone like him." Joey snorted. "So what if she is? We're in the right—what's there to be afraid of? Does he really think he can bend the law? We got into this university on our own merit!"

He nodded as he checked it out. “This is nice. Way better than the tiny spots I’ve been looking at. Rent split sounds fair too.” He turned to her. “You sure you’re cool with a guy roommate? I know your ad said female preferred.” Mia shrugged. “I was hoping for a girl, but you seem normal. And I need someone now. If you’re good with the rules…no bringing random people over without asking, keep the common areas clean…we can try it.” Jamal grinned. “Deal. When can I move in?”

"And I expect you to treat it that way." The words settled heavily between them. Marilyn swallowed. Something about hearing him say it aloud made everything feel more serious. She nodded slowly. "I understand." Raymond seemed satisfied. "Good." Then he went on. "The second thing I need you to know.” Marilyn braced herself. "We will share the same bedroom." She nearly choked on her water. Her eyes widened. "What?" "We will share the same bedroom." He repeated it as casually as if he were commenting on the weather.

"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.

When I started college, I wanted a normal college experience, so I refused to use the black card my parents gave me. My roommate, Peggy Slade, was on need-based financial aid. Every day, she did two things. First, she'd sweet-talk her rich, hot online boyfriend and brag about him. Second, she'd make fun of me, the small-town nobody who couldn't even recognize designer brands. All my clothes back home were custom-made, so I honestly didn't know a single logo. I never bothered explaining. Her online romance was more entertaining than reality TV. Then one day, a screenshot of a money transfer popped up on her phone, and I caught a glimpse. 'Wait. She's using my photos for online dating?'

And it was already half-occupied. My roommate was sitting on the left bed. She was surrounded by boxes, but she wasn't unpacking. She was filing her nails. She had sharp, dark bobbed hair, eyeliner that could cut glass, and a t-shirt that said 'DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES' in neon pink font. She looked up as we entered. Her eyes scanned me....head to toe....then flicked to Daxon. She paused on Daxon. "Nice movers," she drawled. "Do they charge by the hour or by the bicep?"

"How many rooms by the way?" He diverted the conversation just in time to stop Stella from asking anything more. Annoyed, she tossed her long hair, slapping the abundant black bunch into Danise's face as she returned to her seat. The smell was so strong that Danise couldn't help frowning. "Did you finish the entire bottle of shampoo or something?" He waved his hand like he was shoving away a thick mist blocking his sight. "Shut up," she retorted. "Three deluxe," Danise replied to the earlier question, pairing up roommates with his eyes. "Kyle, you'll be with me. Clover, you go with Stella. Brandon and Kenny together. Agree?"