Roommate Nightmares Novels & Stories

When they discovered it was because of Sia, her rotten reputation sank even further. Somehow, a rumor spread that Sia liked eating dead rats. It sparked ridicule and disgust wherever she went. However, the smell was almost gone. I knew that it was because I had not fallen into her trap. The misfortune she had prepared for me had not stuck. Her scheme was on the verge of failing. I assumed that she would not be able to hold back much longer. Surely enough, two days later, she somehow convinced my other roommate to switch rooms with her temporarily.

I had nightmares in the first few years, but they faded as I got into high school. Finally, my thoughts drift to my mom and dad as they get up to grab the last glass of orange juice from the fridge. I sigh and say, “Spot, we need to go to the store tomorrow before work, buddy.” I grab some water for him and head to my room. Exhaustion finally catches up with me. I take a few sips of the cold juice, place it on the nightstand, and drift off to sleep. Once again, nightmares take over, but this time, it’s not just mom there; Luciano is also present.

Max would go to work and make lovely meals for strangers, whereas Grace would sit at her laptop, trying to capture the precise moment when two people stop to be individuals and become a pair. But tonight, they were simply Max and Grace, huddled together on their sofa in their apartment, disputing about what to watch on N*****x and expecting a future that felt both thrilling and inevitable. The unforeseen roommate arrangement has become the most anticipated event in each of their lives. And they were right where they belonged.

It makes me feel even guiltier about not taking a chance on him, but I know it’s the right decision since I don’t want to get my heart shatters into a billion pieces. “That’s very thoughtful of you,” I say as I get under Weston’s white, fluffy covers. Despite them being so thick, the bed is cool to the touch in a pleasant way. “I frequently have these terrible nightmares, though, so sleeping in the same room as me might not be a great idea. Sometimes I wake up screaming, and I don’t want to ruin your beauty sleep.”

Through the thin walls, I can hear him directing the movers, hear the sounds of things being arranged as he takes over the space April and I have shared together over the past years. My phone is already in my hand, dialing April's number for the hundredth time, still no fcking answer. I sink onto my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what just happened. Liam, the UCLA loaded badboy, is now my roommate. God, I am screwed. This has to be a dream. I just need to close my eyes and it will all disappear. But the sounds from the other room, the scraping of wood, the low rumble of Liam's voice giving instructions, tell me this nightmare is just beginning.

Even though my mate had assured me that he would figure everything out, I was restless. "Come on, Clarissa. Go to bed. I'm trying to sleep here," May, one of my roommates, groaned, peering at me through bloodshot, half-closed eyes. Muttering an apology, I moved over to my bed and lay down on it, staring at the ceiling with a heavy heart. Sleep eventually whisked me away. But then the nightmares came. ... Three days passed, and the break was over. Stefan and Gwen were still missing, and my nights were constantly tormented by nightmares. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something big was coming.

DAVID'S POV CONT. "The truth is that you haven't lost your memory. This is just you living one life not a doubled life don't listen to whatever people say. Always remember that this is you and you alone not a doubled life okay." Stella nods her head obediently but then remembers her dream and frowns, "Why that frown what happened." "What of my constant nightmare everything looks so real and just recently I found a necklace that looks exactly like the one I saw in my dream today but the only problem is that i couldn't see their faces. What if the dream is real, what if..." " There is no what if here darling not every dream is real some are due to tiredness or overthinking okay. So enough of t

"It will be our first Halloween in years together, can't wait to spend it with you." Cuddled up like this, we talk about the crazy and funny things we used to do together for Halloween until exhaustion takes over, and I fall asleep. ***** The fucking nightmares are back. At 4am I wake up screaming for help, waking Jake unintentionally at the same time. "Hey Babe, what's wrong?" He asks, worried. While cradling me in his arms. With a shaky voice, I answer. "Sorry for waking you, it's only my fucking nightmares. Go back to sleep."

It was a stressful surreal blur of events that sent her spiraling down into a pit of despair. Patch’s strong hands pulled her from a crazed dream, and she sat up, looking around at the living room at the Airbnb. “Delaney,” he said, forcing her to look at him. “Are you okay? You were having a nightmare.” Did she? She didn’t remember. The entire day had seemed like a nightmare to her. “What time is it? How long have I been asleep?” Patch sat down on the coffee table and stared at her. He looked tired and worn down. “About four hours. It’s dinner time. Are you hungry?”

Samara's Point of view "Why should I go out of here, this is my room too." He said calmly. What the hell he is saying…! Is he out of his mind … ! "What do you mean?" I asked, confused "WE ARE ROOMMATES, BABY GIRL." "Are you mad or what? This is not possible, you must be joking. Now enough of your stupid jokes just get out of here". I yelled at him, instead of moving out of the room he started to laugh like a maniac.