Roommate Novels & Stories

“Yeah.” He waits. He wants me to choose to tell him. So I do. “You probably got his contact info off I*******m,” I accuse and he chuckles. “I did, fortunately enough he responds to dms of guys who look exactly like you and could probably be your brother.” I sigh and continue “He’s my roommate,” I say, voice quieter. “And my friend and something more. Something I still don’t know how to name because it feels like it’s more than me.”

"That little spoiled spawn of Satan! I swear we are all going to school tomorrow and her parents better be there! My niece is the prettiest girl on this planet!" You see? This is why I loved all my girls so much. We were always there for each other and when one of us had a problem it was like we all had a problem. And when someone insulated one of our kids, you got 4 pissed mothers on your back, not just one. So it was best for you not to mess with any of us or our kids. You see, once upon a time I was just a roomie, but I had no idea that the roommate agreement would lead to the best version of my life possible.

he stammered, the hesitation in his voice impossible to disguise. It wasn’t really my place to pry. “Am sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into your privacy. After all, we were nothing more than roommates… and occasional fuckmates. There was no exclusivity between us,no obligations,no promises and certainly no claim over one another—nothing that justified my curiosity. Bang. Bang. Bang. Three firm knocks resonated through the apartment, shattering the uneasy silence. I instinctively lifted my head, my brows knitting together. Who on earth could that be now? I wondered.

"I'm so sorry, Cade. I can't believe him. Actually, yeah, I can." "It's fine." He twirls a piece of my hair around his finger and locks his gaze with mine. "How would you like a roommate? I know that part of town and it's not the friendliest. I'd hate for you to be scared or the people in the complex to know you live alone." I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Cade being my roommate sounds scary and everything I've ever wanted all wrapped into a present with a red bow. Cade searches my face for minutes before averting his gaze. "If it's too soon, I understand—,"

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.

Third wheel Intro- Having a roommate is such a hassle especially if your roommate is always insistent on having her bf sleep over almost every night. Cassie's P.O.V. Before I could doze off to sleep completely, I hear Dani, my roommate's boyfriend quietly creep into our room groaning and chuckling. Here we go again! I hear kissing sounds and the jangle of keys as they hit the floor. "God I missed you"I hear Dan say to her as he continued kissing her roughly.

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.”

He beams. “Thank you.” She pouts, trying to fight back the happy tears that are about to fall from her eyes. “How much is the rent?” “You don’t have it to pay it for a year actually. My parents offered to take care of all the expenses when I told them I’d give you the place.” Here comes the part he’s rather hesitant about. “And well... a roommate.” “A ROOMMATE?????” she replies a little too loudly. “Yeah...?” He scratches the back of his neck uneasily. “But don’t worry! I would never let some random person live with you.”

“It’s Tyler. Lukas. We both know Tyler’s an asshole.” His jaw clenches. “Yeah, but it’s Caleb. He’s a spoilt brat who doesn’t know when to shut up.” What the fuck? Is this how he feels about his roommate. “It’s Caleb.” I say slowly, letting the weight of that settle. “He’s your roommate.” “Yeah. He’s my roommate. I live with him. He’s a brat.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I don’t have time for this. “I’m going to check. You coming?”

“Hey.” I blinked. “Wait. What are you… this is room 312, right?” “Yeah,” he said, not even hesitating. “But… this is the girls dorm.” He snorted and shook his head. “Guess somebody screwed up.” I just stood there, heat rushing up my neck. “So you’re my… roommate?” “Looks like it,” he said, tossing a shirt on the bed like he already lived here. “Ryan.” I stepped inside slowly, still not believing it. “I’m Brooke.”