Roommate Novels & Stories

He’s studying me. “Are you attached to this apartment?” The question hits me off guard. “No,” I say too quickly, too easily. Then I think of Roofus—his instant noodles, his exams, the way he pretends not to worry about money when I know he does. “…Not really,” I amend. “But my roommate kind of needs it.” “Roommate,” Damien repeats. His jaw tightens, just a fraction. “Roofus,” I admit. Honesty seems to be my undoing tonight. “He’s in college. Even with the rent cut, he wouldn’t be able to manage on his own.”

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.”

But that was fine; change was occasionally necessary. She had also seen her place of residence. The roommates shared by two people, equipped with an en-suite bathroom and a small kitchen containing a single-door refrigerator, a stove, and some essential kitchen utensils. Her roommate, a 25-year-old girl named Astrid, seemed like a mature and friendly person.

I asked him again "you are going to sleep on couch and I will sleep on bed" He scream "nooooo" "but why? You sleep on there at my parents house" "yes. But I am not comfortable in there. And I didn't argue with you because it was your room but now it is my room." "I am not also comfortable In there" "we can share bed. Bedmate" "uhummm do not call me that!" "why?" "it is better you call roommate it is better" "OK Bedmate, opps roommate" "you know I never had any roommate before"

I promise! Finally, as you would've guessed, "Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend" is coming to an end soon. Specifically, in August. No worries, the next book in the "Roommates" series will kick off right after, focusing on a different character and her/his future after this phase. If there are any more complaints, comments or general opinions, please comment under this chapter. Till then, please... Sit back and enjoy. Signed, Author.

"Not really, only five places, including this apartment! this apartment is by far the best!" "Is that so? earlier, the man said there was an empty apartment with three bedrooms. If you don't mind, how about we share a room?" "What? share a room? with you?" ***

-My roommate wants a piece of me -Ugly and in secure? Thanks.

•.• 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 have one. She cleans when I’m here. But it’s not the same, you know. I want things to be spic and span all the time, and when I’m not here, I want to make sure that… my furniture is tended to, my plants are watered regularly… you know those things.” “Get a roommate.” “I don’t know many people in this city,” he said. “I can tell. Otherwise, you’d have better company for dinner tonight. I guess I was your only choice, huh.” “Well, what do you know? Sometimes it’s good to pull your hair out or hit your head with a sledgehammer,” he teased. I reached out and pinched him on the arm. “Ouch!” he complained, laughing. “Where do you live here?” He stared at me for a

My new roommate. “Hey,” I waved in her face, smiling. She spotted me instantly. “Teyana!” she grinned like she was truly happy to see me, tugging the girl beside her. “Oh my God, you’re here too.” I leaned forward. “Yeah! Uh—Carol, this is Stacy, my roommate.” Stacy nudged her friend forward, who smiled sweetly, dimples and all. “And this is Mariah.” Carol offered a lazy wave. “Hi.”