Roommate Valentine Novels & Stories

“My parents always do this big, chaotic thing. Food everywhere, Christmas movies on repeat, cousins running around like feral animals, aunts arguing over board games. It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s… nice. You’d fit right in.” I stared at him. He hurried on, words tumbling faster. “I mean—not as, like—not as my boyfriend or anything. Just… as a friend. Roommate. Someone who doesn’t want to spend the holidays eating takeout alone in an empty off-campus apartment while the heat’s set to sixty to save money.” The word *boyfriend* hung between us anyway, bright and unignorable, even though we’d both been careful not to say it out loud yet. My throat tightened.

Cocktails, like the fifteen dollar ones on the drink list here, were way beyond my budget. But I’d come because Abby had begged me. “Please Marie,” my roommate pleaded. “It would help me out soooo much if you went. It’s not hard, I just need someone to go in my place, it’s rude to bail at the last minute.” I sighed. Abby and I look somewhat alike, which was why she was turning to me now. Evidently she’d scheduled a date from Match.com on Valentine’s but had decided last minute to meet up with her ex instead. Phil, that douchebag, had made her some vague promises of “togetherness” or “forevermore,” so she was skipping out.

She curved her lips into a radiant smile at her reflection, looking as breathtaking, more like a dream brought to life. Today was valentines day, And like every other couple, Ruth was planning and looking forward to spend a romantic quality evening with the boyfriend, Liam. Thinking of Liam's beautiful in a way that felt both kind and dangerous face, Ruth's couldn't help but smile despite, pressing her lips together. Checking the time again- 9:30pm, Ruth's delicate brows furrowed slightly.. They've already agreed, yesterday before they parted, to have dinner together tonight and plan the rest of the evening. However Liam later sent a message saying he had some issues to attend to and could o

The last thing I want is to get close to another woman and be intimate only for it to mean nothing to her; I won’t make that mistake again. “Yes, sir,” she bows her head. “I will get into something more comfortable so we can have dinner together.” “No need, I’ve eaten, but you’re more than welcome to have dinner by yourself,” I say, then turn around and walk out of the room, noting her dejected expression. I don’t have time to play nice, so Amara better get used to my bluntness. I can feel Valentine’s fury as soon as I approach the balcony again and when he sees me, I hold up a hand. “Don’t get your fucking panties in a twist, it’s only for public appearances,”

But as Mason is respected, they are more likely to believe him than nut jobs that bring flamethrowers to parking garages of fancy restaurants. The romantic dinner ended up being pasta and sauce eating in the living room in front of the fireplace. We maybe ate half our meal before all the teasing and touching got the better of us. Mason was true to his word. We made love by the fire, then again in the hallway as he carried me to bed. And sometime during the night, I woke up in our bed and managed to wake him up for a final round before morning. All and all, we had quite the eventful Valentine’s.

Valentine ushered her into the car. He then sat down beside her and said, "You will enjoy it at my home, but right now I can't accompany you for a long time because I need to come back here. I will drop you at home, and you must sleep well after taking medicine. At night, we will have dinner together. What do you say?" He again smiled at her widely. Lisa kept staring at him dumbly. This man called Dr. Liam Valentine was a cheerful person. Was she also cheerful like him?

Valerie stood in the middle of her new living room, taking in the mixture of belongings. The weekend had been a mixture of hauling her possessions up to Damien’s apartment—now their apartment—and her being used by him in as many ways as he could dream up. And Valerie loved every minute of it.

We stood outside of her apartment, a bittersweet hesitation hanging in the air. Feeling a surge of emotions, I reached out to cup her face in my hands, my thumb gently tracing her cheek. With heartfelt sincerity, I said, "Katy, I can't express how grateful I am for your understanding. You've brought so much joy into my life, and I want to be fully present with you. Let's make plans for another special evening together soon, where we can truly enjoy each other's company."

Whatever, I decided, and took the ice cream tub into the dining room for dessert. Mom was right, though. Garrett did finally lift his head and notice me, his eyes lingering a little too long on the hint of cleavage that screamed at him when I sat down. He declined dessert, seemingly more interested in me all of a sudden, and whispered something to his mom that had her lifting her eyes at me. “Valerie, how has college been treating you?” “Oh, Mrs. Miller, it’s been great, actually. I have a new roommate.” “Really? Is it someone we know?”

I wait as they file out of the room and watch my best friend muttering and growling under his breath. “Listen Bronx, now that Kas has had a vision and we have a semblance of a plan, go spend time with her. Remind her how much she means to you. Besides, it’s Valentine’s day. Don’t spend it with a bunch of smelly rogues in an interrogation room. It’s already nine p.m. Lenora’s flight just landed, so we are going to a late movie.” “What?” “What, what? What part did you not hear? It’s Valentine’s day. Go spend time with your mate.”