Roommates Spelling Novels & Stories

She dropped her arms around my shoulder and said, “Best friends.” “Aw. You guys are so lucky. I just got in the next room,” Karen points with her right hand, “but I haven’t met my roommate yet. We spoke online though and she seemed cool but you never know. Anyways, I’m just glad we got the double rooms and not the triple occupancy rooms. One roommate I can deal with, two I’m not so sure.” Karen was the person who was banging a hammer into her wall. Way to go girl. Disturbing my peace and now disrupting our meeting.

Your roommate, Alessandro M. She rolled her eyes as soon as she saw the ‘Do not run away’. It was a typical warning to expect from him. She tried to stifle her smile but failed miserably as she looked at the word roommate. Would it kill this husband of hers to admit that he was her husband?

They were heartbreakers, and proud of it. “Nice boots,” the one on the left said with an assessing gaze. Julian elbowed him in the ribs, hard enough to make his buddy wince. Julian cleared his throat. “Hey, Delilah. Hey, Sabrina. These are my roommates.” “Charmed,” Sabrina gushed, flicking her hand out for the twin on the right. He accepted her hand with a crooked grin and kissed the back of it. “The pleasure is mine, Sabrina.”

"That little spoiled spawn of Satan! I swear we are all going to school tomorrow and her parents better be there! My niece is the prettiest girl on this planet!" You see? This is why I loved all my girls so much. We were always there for each other and when one of us had a problem it was like we all had a problem. And when someone insulated one of our kids, you got 4 pissed mothers on your back, not just one. So it was best for you not to mess with any of us or our kids. You see, once upon a time I was just a roomie, but I had no idea that the roommate agreement would lead to the best version of my life possible.

She handed me a bottle of water and settled down in the armchair next to the sofa, remaining silent. As a writer, I appreciated the quiet while working, but this silence felt uncomfortable. If it continued for much longer, I could feel an ulcer forming in my stomach from all the nervousness. Unable to handle the stress, I blurted out, "So?" Just as Miss Haze was about to start speaking, I interrupted with my concerns, "Seems like I'm not welcome here. Maybe I got the wrong Miss Haze or something." She looked at me questioningly, and I could swear I saw a small smile on her face. She then explained, " It’s not like that, Mr. Writer. I mean, you haven’t introduced yourself yet. Please try to u

I had to remember that, no matter how good it might feel to indulge myself now. Paige stopped suddenly and I almost rammed into her back when I realized we were standing in front of an open set of double doors with a golden plaque attached to the side that read 'Room 11' "This is it." Paige said, showing me our keys, "I hope our new neighbors are nice." I arched a brow, "You mean roommates?" She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, "Yes, you know what I mean."

I was told that the college specialized in what she wanted to learn but for love like she speaks of you make sacrifices for it. I continued to turn the pages more interested in her journal entries than the spells she had written and came upon another entry. My mother now speaks of making a few friends like herself and how she is starting to feel more at home at school. As I read she listed a few of her friends and I looked over the names. Christopher, Sarah, Jasmine, Casey, and Thomas were the names listed and I began to wonder if one of these friends was Travis. The next journal entry had what looked like water marks on the pages as if my mother had been crying when she made the entry. I be

I plopped into my bed and my roommate was busying herself with a novel. "Hey." I called in her direction and she lifted her head to look around her as if there was anyone else in the room that I could possibly be talking to other than her. "Me?" "What's your name first of all" I sat up properly, taking her brown eyes and beautiful pink lips in. "Aimee Jacques, but it's just Aimee, there's no short version of it, I know that many Americans like to shorten names but I don't like it." She said in a low voice.

As she opened my first bag I looked around the room and noticed there was space for four in the room, four lockers and four bunks but just two roomies. "Why? " I asked my roommate. "Oh, that? Some seniors can choose to have just one roommate. Initially I wanted to stay alone but I got tired of the boredom and asked for a roommate. I didn't think you would come quickly ". She stopped in the process of reading through my schedule "I'm Charlie Forge by the way ", she held out a strong hand to shake. My brow dipped in confusion "Charlie? " As in Charlie Brown and Snoopy?" I snickered. "Just saying! I haven't met many girls named Charlie"

Leslie and Janice trade a look that I can’t read, then look at me solemnly. “Honey, you know that isn’t something you say to a roommate, right?” Janice knits her eyebrows, “That’s like a girlfriend type of nickname.” “Yeah, well, boyfriends don’t have loud sex with multiple women when their girlfriend is trying to sleep in the room next door. Do they?” I cross my arms and give them an annoyed look, suppressing the growl Lavender is trying to release. “I-I guess not.” Leslie sounds guilty and avoids looking at me.