Roommate Valentine Novels & Stories

Valeria Rhen. Val was tied to her, for some reason and I will figure it out. Raven poured wine, her movements graceful, but her eyes never left me. “You’ve been distant,” she said, her voice soft, playing the hurt girlfriend. “What’s going on with you and Val?” I took a sip, keeping my face blank. “Nothing,” I said, my tone even. “He’s my roommate. That’s it.” But my heart raced, Val’s face flashing, his defiance despite his size, his pains.

His hands massaged her body, providing her with warmth and love, but his tongue did the loving even more, he breaks the kiss again impatiently, and he scooped her in his arms, the couch was too small for him, and Valentina wrapped her arms around him. “Let’s go to my room.” He suggested and Valentina nodded, she didn’t complain because she liked it too, she didn’t want to complain, at least for tonight, she wanted to be kissed, she wanted to be loved and she wanted to be touched, the same way Ethan had touched her. She wanted him too.

Tyler greeted us and Olivia smiled at him. “Don’t worry about the assignment, baby. We will both complete it together at our room.” He came close to me and whispered in my ear and placed his spoon on my food tray. I looked around and found no shocked face. That's a relief,...! I don’t want anyone to know about this roommate thing. “Get lost, Jaxon. I will see you in the room.” I said through the gritted teeth. “I will be waiting for you, baby girl.” He said and left with Tyler.

I opened Rachel’s social media feed and saw the birthday photos she had posted. Suddenly, my eyes went wide. In the fourth frame, there was a face I knew all too well. It was Ryan, my boyfriend. What the hell was he doing at Rachel’s birthday party? I let out a bitter laugh. Rachel had told me the cake was only enough for three people, yet somehow, it was enough to include a grown man with a big appetite. On the other hand, when it came to me, her roommate, who barely ever ate much, she said there wasn’t enough.

"I had this roommate in college who had a new boyfriend about every other month," Val explained. "One of them was a nice looking black guy. About 6' 2", and really well built. He played football, I think. "Anyway, I came home early from a really bad date one night, and the two of them were on the couch going at it. She was on the couch, mostly on her back, with her legs way up in the air, and he was leaning over her in kind of a spread-eagle position with his feet on the floor and his hands holding her legs up.

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

Her breath stutters. The candle flame bends suddenly as a breeze slips through the window. They both notice it at the same time. Alicia reaches forward to steady the candle. Their fingers brush. Electric. Brief. Unmistakable. She pulls back immediately. “I—sorry,” she says. “It’s okay,” he replies, just as quick. They sit back in their places, hearts beating louder than the rain. “This doesn’t change anything,” she says after a moment. “We’re still just roommates.” “Yeah,” he agrees. “Just… two people sharing space.” “And honesty,” she adds. “And honesty,” he echoes. The candle burns low. When they finally lie down that night, the rain continues to fall. And though neither of them says it al

"You're so dramatic." "Am I?" she said, stepping ahead. "Lunch or heartbreak, your call." I followed, but my mind wasn't on the cafeteria. It was on Valerie.....and the fact that, as much as I hated to admit it, I'd never stopped caring about her. ********************************** By nightfall, my roommate was already snoring like a broken engine. I lay on my bed, scrolling through my phone, pretending to study film highlights but ending up on Valerie's social feed instead.

“I was worried that you’d run into danger if I left you alone here. What do I find instead? You’re flirting around!” It was Caleb. His first words might have sounded like concern. But what danger could I possibly face on campus? Moreover, David was also my roommate. How could this possibly be counted as flirting? “He’s domineering and controlling!” I thought bitterly. David gave Caleb a ghost of a smile as he looked at him. Their eyes met for a few seconds before David turned to me. “Keep the ointment with you. Remember to apply it a few more times.” I kept quiet. I was worried that Caleb would think up another punishment for me.

he gestured between them “—never changes.” Amelia smiled, warm and full. “Welcome home, Val.” He smiled back. “I’m home, big sis.” Amelia leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs as she watched Valentine devour the last of the pancake like it was the best thing he had eaten in years. “So,” she began casually, stirring her tea, “do I have a sister-in-law somewhere in the world that you are hiding from me?” Valentine laughed, almost choking. “Girlfriend? No. Not yet.”