Roommate Romance Books Novels & Stories

He paused in the doorway, watching me for a moment before speaking. “Mind if I join you?” he asked. I nodded, pulling my legs closer to make space. Instead of sitting on the other end, he sat in the middle, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. “What are you reading?” he asked, glancing at the book in my hands. “Just a romance novel,” I said, feeling slightly embarrassed. Victor smiled softly. “Anything interesting?” I shrugged. “The usual. Forbidden love, complicated feelings, people wanting things they shouldn’t…”

Spending one night with him shouldn’t be enough to evoke this kind of interest in me. Somehow, I’d ended up thinking about him more than anyone I’d dated in years. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I said to myself out loud. The room remained quiet. My roommate had already left for an early class this morning. As for me, my first class wasn’t until ten am, leaving me plenty of time to be alone with my thoughts. Thoughts that seemed to center solely on my professor. I rubbed a hand over my face. It wasn’t even just the sex. Sure, it had been incredible.

Glad to announce that the second book My Roomie under the “My” Series will be starting from the next chapter. Below is a little introduction to the next book: Ellis Carter has exactly four problems. He’s broke. He’s overworked. He’s sleep deprived. And his apartment just burned down. Now he’s stuck sharing a room with Julian Cross, Beaumont University’s untouchable golden boy. They clash. They argue. They drive each other insane. Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else.

"I was starting to think you’d finally dropped out to join a monastery. You’ve got the haircut for it." Ethan felt the blood rush to his face, a familiar heat that always ignited the moment Liam opened his mouth. "Rossi. What the hell are you doing in my room?" "Correction," Liam finally looked up, his dark curls messy and his amber eyes gleaming with a predatory kind of amusement. "Our room. There was a 'logistical oversight' with the housing department. Something about a burst pipe in the West Wing. Since we’re the top two seeds for the Fellowship, the Dean figured we’d love to... collaborate."

My hand reached out almost automatically and I picked up a worn paperback titled “Beneath the Wolf Moon.” A wolf-themed romance. Go figure. “You are going for those cheesy ones,” Emma teased from a nearby shelf. “They’re comforting,” I replied, hugging the book to my chest. “You always know who ends up together, no one actually gets punched in the face, and the girl doesn’t have to decide between two emotionally unstable guys.” She snorted. “Wish real life worked like that.” “Same.”

We were bonding together harder. Deciding that he could no longer stay so far away from me even though his office was right next to mine, he had moved his desk so to speak to my room and began to do his work at the small coffee table that I had on a couch in what I had deemed my reading nook. My shelves were filled with not only my pack politics and all the information I would need to read, but also my romance books about strong heroines that kicked ass. My one and only guilty pressure. Or a sign that I wasn’t the ‘Robot’ that everyone had deemed me to be. With a soft knock on my door, it pulled me away from my thoughts of my sweet mate and books.

What did that even mean? I slammed my new bedroom door behind me, tossed my suitcase on the bed, and muttered, “No fighting, my ass.” ——— By midnight, the walls were shaking. I had a presentation the next day, so of course I was curled up at my desk with my laptop, notecards, and highlighters. And of course my roommate, the human migraine, decided it was the perfect time to blast music. I shoved my chair back and marched to his door. Knock. Knock. Knock.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

All the girls were looking at me with envy just because I was moving with a very handsome guy. *** Hello , Good afternoon. Thanks so much for reading my book. Please recommend it to you friends to read as well. I have one complete book"my roommate wants a piece of me " you can give it a try. Thanks.

“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.”