Roommate Novels & Stories

I'm so embarrassed. -Shame on you. -I hope we get along. -I'm sure we will. At that moment, a blonde haired girl walked in without even saying hello and put her suitcase on one of the beds. -Hi, I'm... -I'm not interested. -Hey, you don't have to be rude Misti. -No one asked for your opinion. Listen, I wanted my own room, but I was told I had to share. -Well... -Don't try to get on my good side, just because we're roommates doesn't make us friends, I didn't come here to make friends.

, but it does feel very strange using a keyboard instead of a pen and paper. I will try to visit you when I can, but you understand that I am working quite long hours now and the fares are expensive too. So mostly, I will have to write to you instead. Look after yourself and thank you for everything. Love, Jenny xxx ***** Wanted: Roommate to share rent and bills. Must be clean and tidy. Female. N/S. No pets. ***** In their tiny shared apartment, Jenny gets to know her new roomie. She is finding it an education.

"Actually, he gave me more than enough to last for a month." Her friend, Mira, is her roommate. They shared a bedroom on an apartment, that is why they were the closest among the girls. They trust each other more than anyone else, and they always help each other. They always have each other's back. -End of Flashback- -Flashback-

I'm having my second coffee because it's cold out here, and I don't mix with cold. “Hi.” Tinyeleti is more than just a friend to me. She's been with me since my freshman years at Wits. She was my roommate, and each year, she insisted that we share a room. The commune we stayed at was owned by her aunt. Tinyeleti is the friend I do sleepovers at her place. She's not my ideal friend, but she's there, and she stuck around for a very long time, and calling her a best friend would be insulting her. She's family.

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.”

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"

Bianca, Max, Brian, Mia, Theo, Tiffany, Stephanie and Mason would also loveee to say a big thank you😂. Though of course, some of their stories aren't over just yet. To Trinity, BroWolf, Candice, Latasha, Brooke, and every other person that's unlocked a chapter, made a comment or supported one way or the other. Thank you! I hope to see you all again in the second “Roommates” edition going live this month. But for now, take care. Oh, and Happy Halloween 🌚🌚. Next up, spooky season😉

"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?" ***

•.• 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.