Roommates Stories Novels & Stories

“Guilty.” They stared—open-mouthed, frozen mid-unpack. Then the other kid—the one with the “feelings” box—grinned wide and bright. “You two were roommates here, right? Like… legendary roommates. Everyone still talks about the fairy lights. There’s a whole thread in the incoming freshman group chat about how you basically invented dorm ambience.” Dante huffed—soft, amused, the sound rumbling low in his chest. “Yeah. We were.” The first kid looked between us—still stunned.

Clutching her phone, she burst into tears and ran into the bathroom. From outside, I could vaguely hear her making a complaint call. Her voice was nothing like usual—pinched and cloying, unpleasant to listen to. Grinding her teeth, Joey dropped back into her chair. The other roommate, Carmen Radler, asked worriedly, "She isn't really dating Nick, is she? We really can't afford to offend someone like him." Joey snorted. "So what if she is? We're in the right—what's there to be afraid of? Does he really think he can bend the law? We got into this university on our own merit!"

Therefore, Nora felt that meeting a roommate like Gina was a stain in her university life. She was especially envious of Silvia, who had three kind roommates, Wendy, Jane, and Miya. They became best friends after four years and still maintained such a close friendship even after going separate ways upon graduation. Although her other two roommates were very nice, and she got along very well with them, she still felt as if Gina’s presence ruined everything, resulting in her reluctance to go back to the dormitory.

"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.

“Roommate?” “Yeah,” River said cheerfully, oblivious to the way Juliette’s smile was now twitching like she was planning something sinister . “They’ve been rooming together since the start of the semester.” Juliette’s grip on Kael’s arm tightened like she wanted to snap it in half. Her eyes went back to me, narrowing. I suddenly felt like a mouse surrounded by cats. Rooming with Kael while hiding my true identity was already hard enough, but now I had a new problem... Juliette, the Kael obsessed bitch who apparently did not like sharing her imaginary boyfriend with anyone.

I asked. “Let’s see...” my roommate thought for a moment. ”There’s us, the med school, the law school, the teachers’ college, the culinary institute, and some kind of arts academy that’s supposed to be tiny and super elite. The park’s a great place to meet people,” he added with a grin. “Yeah,” I nodded. ”I saw someone there today too. But I didn’t have the nerve to say anything,” I laughed. — I kept up my habit from last year—reading through the day’s material every evening—so it wasn’t overwhelming. I knew I had a class with Uncle Steve midweek, but I was still surprised when I came back from swimming and found my roommates studying like mad.

Blackmailing our roommate to get my GF to have threesome. Enjoy reading.. ****************** I walked into the apartment and heard unmistakable sex noises coming from the room of our roommate, Leah. There was loud moaning and grunting, and the bed rhythmically slamming against the wall. OK, I should start from the beginning. Early in my relationship with my girlfriend, Lauren, we had a two-bedroom apartment downtown. The second room was mostly unused until Lauren's friend Stacy had mentioned that her best friend, Leah, was starting law school nearby and needed a place to live.

Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business – I scoffed at the roommate ad, is he looking for a roommate or does he want a maid? I folded the paper into my bag as I walked into the bank to clear out all the money from me and Marty’s joint account, ten thousand dollars, it was nothing much but it was enough to get me started on a new life.

Logan looked thoughtful. “That feels oddly specific.” “It is.” I immediately pointed at her. “We’re not telling that story.” “You’re no fun.” “No.” “Fair.” For the next twenty minutes, conversation flowed surprisingly easily. At one point, Logan mentioned his current dorm roommate. The one apparently conducting science experiments. And somehow that led to a fifteen-minute discussion about the weirdest roommates we’d ever heard of. By the end of it, all three of us were laughing. Which made the decision pretty easy.

“Alright. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His voice dropped into a slower rhythm, his words painting the scene in the quiet air between them. “A true life story.” She nodded, attentive with her mind… and body. “Well, I hope you remember Jason, my first ever roommate in College.” He paused. Then continued. “One day, I slept on my bed. On our bed. Since Jason and I shared one. But in my sleep I kept on hearing moaning sounds. Fast-clapping sounds. And even groans. But I was too tired to open my eyes or even turn around.