Roommate Dc Novels & Stories

Later, Dorin and Seb made their way to their friends’ table, with Johan in tow. “Thanks for waiting,” Dorin said as they sat down. “By the way, this is our roommate Johan.” Johan harrumphed, sat down at the end of the table and started eating. “Hey, can you tell us what’s up?” Rylie asked Dorin, ignoring Johan. “We heard that you’re part of a special class?” “Yeah, Seb, Johan and I...” said Dorin as he ate his second breakfast that day. “I heard you’re staying at the special rooms at the top of the dorm?” asked Robert.

No one else has ever made me feel this crazy. After checking in, I made my way up to my room. I smiled at the sign next to the door. Room 410, what a coincidence. Creed didn’t need to know. When I opened the door, I was met with the sound of hip-hop booming through the speakers, and a small red head standing on her bed. Trying to hang up a string of lights. “Hi, you must be my new roommate. I’m Jacie,” She jumped off her bed and put her hand out for me to shake.”

Blackmailing our roommate to get my GF to have threesome. Enjoy reading.. ****************** I walked into the apartment and heard unmistakable sex noises coming from the room of our roommate, Leah. There was loud moaning and grunting, and the bed rhythmically slamming against the wall. OK, I should start from the beginning. Early in my relationship with my girlfriend, Lauren, we had a two-bedroom apartment downtown. The second room was mostly unused until Lauren's friend Stacy had mentioned that her best friend, Leah, was starting law school nearby and needed a place to live.

“Well, well, our new roommate. Should we roll out a red carpet or just let you trip on the welcome mat?” “Shut up,” I muttered, dragging my suitcase past him. “Touchy,” he teased, following me inside. The dorm common room was nothing like mine. No cheerful posters, no clutter of books or snack wrappers. Just sleek leather couches, a giant TV, and enough empty space to host a war meeting. And sitting there, like they owned the world, were Darien, Blake, and—unfortunately...Azrael. Darien didn’t even look at me when I entered, just kept flipping through a file like I was invisible. Azrael shot me the same cold glare he always did. And Blake… Blake just watched.

I groaned, rubbing my eyes as the events of the dream came flooding back, making my stomach churn with a mix of shame and longing. My phone rang on the nightstand. "Hello?" I croaked, sitting upright. "Rebecca McCall? This is the housing Dean's office." My heart leaped into my throat. "Yes? Is there an opening?" "Actually, yes. Someone moved out this morning. It's a shared suite in the athlete's wing. We can get you in today. How do you feel about having a roommate?" "I don't care!" I said, a genuine smile breaking across my face for the first time in twenty-four hours. "I will take it. Thank you, thank you!"

Waving her hand, she added, "Don't forget that we're just roommates. You are not allowed to mention the marriage in front of them or anyone else for that matter." He nodded his head in understanding. Her parents hugged her as soon as they saw her. It was a great pleasure to meet their daughter. After she graduated from university and came to this City, they hadn't had an opportunity to see her. In the living room, Daniel had already placed tea for them. Before her parents could ask who he was, she answered, "His name is Daniel Raymond, and he is my roommate. We split the rent." Bob's face creased with a frown. Even though he was a liberal man, the idea of his daughter sharing her apartment w

The roommate. I didn't know much about him beyond the fact that he existed. Dami had mentioned him in passing a few times — teammate, same club, they'd been sharing the place since the start of the season. I hadn't asked more than that and I wasn't going to start now. I just needed a bed and a ceiling and enough quiet to get through the night. David had said the spare room was the second door on the left. I dragged my suitcase down the hall, pushed the door open and turned the light on. It was a small room, a single bed made up neatly, a window that looked out onto the street below. I put my bags down and sat on the edge of the mattress.

They exchanged a few words before he glanced over at Mara and Jade, saying hi to them, his gaze landed on Quin, then Dex pointed at Quin. "Reeves, meet Quin, she’s their new roommate." Both their gazes intensified on her. For a second. For another second. "Quin?" "Yes," she answered. "Pleasure to meet you," he said, stretching forth his hand. "The same goes to you." Quin replied, shaking his stretched hand. His smile broadened slightly as he obviously meant it. "Then you must be the famous roommate I heard so much about." Quin frowned. "Famous?"

No answer. She shrugged and started carrying boxes into the smaller bedroom on the left. The roommate was supposed to be some reclusive guy who worked nights. She had not even seen a photo. As long as he was not a creep, she did not care. She needed cheap rent more than peace of mind right now.

I hope she's right. "Okay, I am all ready." Stella says, bouncing down the stairs. "Let's hit the road then, my lady." "I need to stop off by my dorm to get a change of clothes." I let Stella know when we get into my jeep. Well, it's more like an apartment, not a dorm. A high school friend and I rented an apartment a block from the college. We get to the apartment and head up the stairs to my unit and when we step inside... my Fucking idiot roommate is fucking some girl in our living room. "Shit... Stella, right through here is my bedroom." I tell her, rushing her to my room. By the time we make it to my room, her face is red from her blush, but she is laughing when we get into my room and g