Roommates Stories Novels & Stories

The apartment was already filled with the heavy scent of sizzling bacon and loud, ridiculous arguing. ​My three roommates were in peak form. There was Leo, our resident golden-boy athlete; Sam, who was currently standing on a chair trying to fix a speaker wire; and Jax, who was currently shirtless, wearing low-slung board shorts, a backward cap, and flipping pancakes in the air with a reckless enthusiasm that threatened to ruin our ceiling.

Like she knew exactly what she was doing and didn't want to leave a single crumb behind for anyone to pick up. I went straight to the housing office at nine and told them my roommate had cleared out overnight with no note, nothing. Mr. Cho, this tired beta guy who's probably heard every dorm horror story twice over, just sighed and started typing. Then he frowned at his screen. "Huh. That's weird." "What?"

“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.

"Oh, and the fourth roommate shows up tomorrow. Theo. He’s a vampire and a quiet guy, keeps to himself." He disappeared into his room. I shut my door and ate three cookies standing up. They were good. Really good. The day dragged on. I organized my room, tried to read, gave up and took a shower then changed into sleep clothes, an old sleeveless nightdress. Pizza showed up around eight. I stayed in my room and heard Jax and Luca talking through the wall. I couldn't make out words, just voices. My wolf stirred. She wanted to go out there. "No," I said firmly. She huffed and settled.

CHAPTER 41 - In A Room Together Calla’s POV Dinner was a halting, awkward, and strangely beautiful mess. Jade, to her credit, didn't try too hard. She told loud, slightly embarrassing stories from our shared past that made me laugh until my sides hurt—stories about disastrous dates, about scraping together change for frozen pizza, about the time we tried to dye my hair blue and turned the bathroom sink into a crime scene.

Just the real, unfiltered moments he knew by heart: - Three roommates sprawled on a sagging couch, passing a single bowl back and forth, laughing so hard one of them snorts broth - A student asleep at a library carrel, cheek smushed against an open laptop, a half-eaten bag of chips cradled like a teddy bear - Someone in sweatpants on the floor of a dorm, back against the bed, scrolling their phone while empty takeout containers form a fortress around them He rebuilt the deck from scratch. Rough, honest, human.

"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.

Her efforts were useless and I felt that they were pretty halfhearted as well. In my mind I imagined my beautiful sister lying in her bed fifteen feet away flipping through one of my very nasty books madly rubbing her drenched pussy and I said, "What kind of stories do you like?" "I don't really know, my roommate had all kinds, what kind have you got?" I slipped my robe on. As I got to my feet on trembling legs I said, "Just about any kind of story you can imagine come on and you can pick one or two out."

If she said something, she meant it and didn't care who heard her. "Okay then." I looked around, not sure what to tackle first, eyes drifting to the neatly made bed across from me. "Wonder what she's like." Charlotte's shrug was so subtle if I didn't know her so well I would have missed it. "A witch," she said. Helpful. Seriously, I'd heard some horror stories from well-meaning coven members who stopped by over tea during the summer to share with me how terrible their roommate experiences were. Those conversations always ended with a hand pat, a weak smile and a, "I'm sure it will be different for you, Sydlynn."

Roommates 3 She was two hour into reading the art of story telling when the scraping of chair from close by gained her attention. It was annoying that anyone would do something this aggravating in the library. She tried to ignore it and focused on the writing on the book but then something else got her attention. From her peripheral vision, she could see someone seating opposite her clumsily putting out text book in front of them making a clattering noise. She choose to ignore this also trying to believe that this was the persons first time in a public space and that the person was just nervous.