Roommate Valentine Novels & Stories

“By the way, my roommate isn’t home. No need to advertise so loudly.” Valerie dropped her purse inside the bedroom just as Marcus released her nipple. Grateful, she whirled, threw her arms around him, and kissed him. “Don’t ever do that again!” “Let go?” He grabbed her nipple again. “Okay. If you insist.” “Hey!” She ran her hands down his back and untucked his polo shirt. She slid her hands under his waistband. “Cold hands!” she threatened, her palms, chilly from the outdoors, flat against his rear.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

Probably a combination of a lot mixed, so it left college students drunk to a stupor. "I am sure your roommate wouldn't mind a date night." Vanessa ran her hand over my chest as she looked down coyly. "Just one night," she leaned in, her breath fanning my face gently as she lowered her tone and blinked rapidly. "You and me" "We can go to the movies instead." "But we can't..." "Take it or leave it." I was leaving no room for negotiations with her. She humped with a loud sigh but nodded in agreement. "I will pick you up tomorrow evening," I added.

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.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

"I can handle it, Valentine. Really… they don't have any power over me anymore." Valentine looked at me for four long seconds, measuring the weight of my words. Finally, he gave a single, slow nod, leaning down to press a soft kiss against my forehead before sitting down on his side of the bed. "Alright," he murmured. "As long as you're sure." Valentine left early for a corporate board meeting in the city. I walked down the quiet second-floor corridor, stepping into my bedroom under the guise of grabbing a sweater from the closet. The sun was shining bright through the tall windows, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air.

CHAPTER 114 THE VALENTINES LOU Today is Valentine’s Day. As usual, I will celebrate alone here inside of my room. I don’t have any errands today and also don’t want to go out of the house. It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to see couples outside but I am not in the mood to do that. I will stay here at our house since our family will have a celebration as well. Valentines aren’t only for couples. We can celebrate it with our loved ones.

To end two years of long distance, I quit my job behind my boyfriend's back on Valentine's Day and moved to his city. The candlelit dinner he'd promised to welcome me turned into him leaving halfway through when his boss Diana called, asking him to entertain a client over drinks. I told myself it was just the way corporate life worked. We made plans to see an exhibition that weekend. We'd barely reached the entrance when another call pulled him away to fix an urgent proposal for Diana. I told myself he was just ambitious. We'd planned an island getaway to celebrate my birthday. The night before we were supposed to leave, he called. His voice was tinged with guilt. "Diana says this business t

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

I turned the key into the latch and barged into the house. Red and white balloons are decorated everywhere, it was Valentine's day and I was so excited to celebrate it with him. We would play video games, cook together, and dance to romantic music as we do every Valentine. But this year Valentine was different and a little too cold for a romantic day. My Romeo was not in the room or the library so I decided to check in the kitchen. There were few murmurs in the kitchen. I decided to eavesdrop when I saw my best friend on his lap holding a glass of wine.