Room Mate Series Novels & Stories

I succeeded in getting their attention "can you please get out of this place, and where are my roommates?" "roommates? this is our room, I think you were roomed with us" one of them said. "what! I was roomed with boys!!" I yelled. The guys exchanged skeptical glances, and one of them muttered under his breath, "Great, just what we need." I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes scanning the room in horror. How could they do this to me? how can they room me with... boys. One of them, a tall, dark-haired guy with piercing blue eyes, stood up from the couch and walked towards me, a charming smile plastered on his face. "Hi, I'm Ethan," he said, stretching out his hand for a handshake.

Each bed had a small trunk at its foot, and the room was surprisingly warm and inviting, with thick rugs and large windows that let in plenty of sunlight. It had a minimalistic modern bohemian interior design. “You’ll have four roommates,” Vincent informed us. “They should be in class now, so you’ll meet them later.” I let out a small sigh of relief. At least we’d have a moment of peace to adjust and plan before dealing with whoever these boys were.

“No he hasn’t.” Adam nods. “Good. I’d kill him if he did, J.” Then he reaches his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side. “But the bastard is right. This is a chance to start over.” He kisses the top of my head. “Hurry and shower. Will is getting back from baseball practice, and I want to introduce you.” “Who’s Will?” “My other roommate.” “Another? What do you mean?” I think I know exactly what he means. That Cade is one of those other said roommates. I just thought he was visiting. I didn’t think I’d have to actually live with him.

I didn’t even try. I guess I was more than happy to share a room with him. Last night’s texts replayed in my head. “Do you have a snoring kink?” he’d sent, the sarcasm was so evidence in it. I had laughed, really laughed. Then I’d sent: I just want to know everything about my roommate. Am I wrong? And he’d replied, You’ll have to see for yourself. He actually replied. The robot bleeds, huh? ~~~~

" In an instant, her face went bright red as though she was being strangled. There was a series of mocking chuckles coming from the other end of the call. Theo was not the only person who heard her emotional speech. "I know that girl. She's always trying to seduce guys left and right. She's positively starving for a man's affection." "She's so manipulative and ugly. I knew she was rather sick in the head, but I didn't think she'd be like this while acting all meek and fragile in public." "What rotten luck to have such a roommate."

There’s a soreness between my legs, and a dried white substance I found on my stomach. I live with two men. Jacob and Nate. Found them on a roommate app three months ago. Jacob is tall, dark-haired, quiet, the kind of handsome you don't clock until you're alone with him and then it's all you can see. Nate is blond, broader, and walks around shirtless with a grin like everything amuses him. They've been perfect roommates. But for the past three weeks, they’ve been touching me in my sleep. Now, I just needed proof.

Instead, I sent another message. Me: I’m outside your hostel. Come down. Five minutes. That’s all. Still nothing. I paced under the shelter near the entrance. A girl with bright red hair stepped out, Angelina, her roommate. She spotted me and grinned like she already knew everything. “You must be Wesley,” she said, looking me up and down. “Samantha just came in looking like she got chased by the devil. Or kissed by one.” I gave her a small smile. “That obvious?”

The laughter didn't make my side hurt anymore. "Damn straight. You should be too. They'll kill humans that know too much." He warned me, cutting my laughter short. "Noted." The room fell silent for a while as Tate busied himself with random things. "Hey, Kiran?" Tate finally cut the silence. "Yeah, what's up?" "You know I'm looking for a roommate. Mine found his mate a couple of weeks ago and moved out with her. How about it? It's $400 a month for everything and the fridge is always stocked."

Izzy followed the resort staff down the long, bright hallway, dragging her small suitcase behind her. The carpet was soft, and her heels made almost no sound as she walked. She finally stopped in front of a door that read: Room 214 – Izzy Hart, Lily Chen, Grace Moore, and Tessa Boyd. She sighed. Roommates. Pushing the door open, she found a large, cozy room with four beds, cream-colored curtains, and a small balcony that overlooked the calm blue lake. The air smelled faintly of pine and new linen.

The truth is, I just need air. My room’s dim, the curtains half-drawn. I sit on the bed, open my phone, and scroll until I find one of the videos Seth sent us in the dorm, where he was trying to teach me how to dribble and me pretending not to give a shit about his favorite sport. He laughs at something I say, head tilted back, sunlight cutting across his jaw. I hit play again. And again. “Dude,” a voice says behind me. I jump, turning to see Jamie standing in the doorway with a bowl of chips. She squints at the screen. “You and your roommate were close, huh?”