Roommate Valentine Novels & Stories

He continued smirking at me as I felt my body boil with rage but wasn’t sure why. The fact that he knew me too much or the fact that I was frustrated we won’t be doing anything tonight. “We should set boundaries as roommates, Valentino. I mean if you are going to live here for a very long time. We should make one.” I said. “No….”He said again, like a recalcitrant five years old. “I don’t follow rules. It’s makes life boring.” He hissed and frowned as if as I have been saying were trash.

Jack lifted Val who is walking ahead of him in a bridal style. “Let..let me go” said Val hurriedly. “Stay still wife. Let me carry you. You must be tired of dancing” said Jack and she leaned on his chest holding his neck. Jack walked all the way to their bedroom on the third floor. Val felt her heartbeat raising with each step he took. “Open the door wife” said Jack and Val opened the door revealing their bedroom which is filled with rose petals and candles. Val gasped at the decorations. The room is dimly lit to create romantic atmosphere. The bed is covered with white pillows and bedding. The king size bed has white curtains just like she wanted. Jack stepped into the room with Val and mad

Valentine sits beside me, blocking the way to the door as I wipe away a few tears. “Welcome to my room. I warn you, you're the first girl I've brought here in a fucking long time,” Valentine says, leaning back and stretching his arms. “Sorry about the mess. Honestly, his room is cleaner than I expected from looking through it. There are neatly folded piles of clothes in a chest of drawers, and there's a corner full of what looks like wooden weapons. The dark blue silk sheets are arranged, and despite there being about twenty empty bottles on the floor next to the bedside table, it's still not what you'd expect from your room.

"Really? You would do that?" "But of course, anything for you my love, so please stop crying, I can't seem to function, I can't think whenever you tear up. Come here." Valentina said Valentina hugged Ryan so tightly she said "Thanks Ryan." "I am and always will be here for you, I love you, okay?" Ryan said "Okay" Valentina nodded "Come on, please wipe those tears." Ryan used his thumb to clean her face and went to the closet where he had kept the gift he ordered earlier with hopes that it cheers her up.

Arthur's eyes looked around the apartment where Valerie lived, which was quite minimalist, simple, not many things, and quite neat. "Very nice apartment. Much nicer than mine." Arthur complimented Valerie who arrived with a hot lemon tea served on a small round wooden table. "It's just a friend's choice, and I liked it when I moved here. "Valerie's eyes also looked at the apartment which looked comfortable and safe to her. It was different with Arthur who looked happy when Valerie said Marcel was just a friend to her. it was likely that there was no special relationship between Valerie and Marcel. "I think your boyfriend chose this place. "Arthur drank the lemon tea that was still warm to ma

"Who's this?" The little red head dipped under his chin, and reached up to smack his arm with vengeance. It was cute, that she thought she was scary, and he simply waited for her to introduce him. Curious what she would say. "This is Jackson, he's our new roommate, Randy invited him." She said it simply, and Jackson felt oddly disappointed. Well, that was lame. He always liked a little spice. Leaning his elbows down over her chair, with arms cradled innocently on either side of her silky strands, he cooed. "Don't let the princess fool you, I'm also her very, very, best friend. Why, we're almost inseparable now."

"I told you earlier that they have always been more her friends than mine. And not because I don't like them, but because the ages are different and we have different ideas of what recreation, fun, is." "I see." "Last month, Alexandra told me that she was advertising for a roommate position in her apartment. That she needed someone to talk to, that she was feeling a little lonely. I guess her friends were more distractions than anything else.... And that she needed someone who really understood her. Someone besides me." Emanuele nods and drinks a glass of water while Joshua takes a breath to continue the explanation.

Sienna – my roommate – had approved it with a nod: "If he doesn't kiss you after this, I'll kiss you myself." Zara had read it over FaceTime with her jaw tight. "Don't give him this." "Why?" "Because Caleb Park has been eating your devotion like a free buffet for four years and the only tip he's ever left is you're like a sister to me. Don't hand him your heart on paper so he can set it next to his protein shake." I didn't listen to Zara. I never listened to Zara about Caleb. But that was about to change. The Valentine's party was at the hockey house as usual. I'd gone every year since freshman year – always beside Caleb, always in jeans and his spare hoodie, always pretending the ache in my

"I guess it looks like that from the outside. Well, I am off. I would have loved to have you as my roommate, but we don't have a slot. I will try to ask around for you, however. They are more likely to give it to me than to you." "Why are you helping me?" "You seem different," he said with a small shrug. "And you remind me of someone else with your rather feminine features." My eyes widened. Could he be talking about... "I think his name was Valerian?" Knox continued, ripping my heart out with one careless sentence. "He was just like you. I almost threw my roommate out for him but someone else took him in. It was the first of its kind, that act of kindness. I don't know why he did that, but

"Val, I'm not going to forget about you...you're amazing...and sexy as hell...and we're seeing each other next weekend." "Rob, I've been so horny...I just want to feel your body against mine...on top of me...driving your dick into me." She paused, speaking softer, "Please don't think I'm weird, but will you...um...masturbate with me...or can you? Is your roommate there?" "No, he's at the studio...it'll be at least 10 or 11." She giggled, "I've got my kitchen toy...but it's no replacement for you...you know."