Roommates Stories Novels & Stories

This is going to be fun! Samara's point of view I came outside the room and quickly dialed MIss Mary’s number, the owner of this dorm. After five rings she finally picked the call. “ MIss Mary, can you please------ “Is your new roommate arrived? If yes then take good care of him. I don’t want to listen to any complaints about your improper behavior. Got it.” She warned me and cut their call without listening to me. What the hell was that?

he stammered, the hesitation in his voice impossible to disguise. It wasn’t really my place to pry. “Am sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into your privacy. After all, we were nothing more than roommates… and occasional fuckmates. There was no exclusivity between us,no obligations,no promises and certainly no claim over one another—nothing that justified my curiosity. Bang. Bang. Bang. Three firm knocks resonated through the apartment, shattering the uneasy silence. I instinctively lifted my head, my brows knitting together. Who on earth could that be now? I wondered.

Third wheel Intro- Having a roommate is such a hassle especially if your roommate is always insistent on having her bf sleep over almost every night. Cassie's P.O.V. Before I could doze off to sleep completely, I hear Dani, my roommate's boyfriend quietly creep into our room groaning and chuckling. Here we go again! I hear kissing sounds and the jangle of keys as they hit the floor. "God I missed you"I hear Dan say to her as he continued kissing her roughly.

he yelled. "Yeah, Alex, where's the spirit?” Darren smirked beside him. I sighed as I strolled into the elevator going to our lounge. They kept blabbing in utter disgust. “I got paired with an unknown bitch as a roommate," I spoke, and everywhere went silent, but then they burst into laughter. “I knew you guys were stupid," I scoffed. “Dude, how?! Because this school's got like three huge hostels, and you say the rooms are occupied," Damien laughed.

I decided to take a breather before tackling the bath, hoping that maybe, just maybe, the water would wash away the fatigue of the day—along with any stray thoughts of Maria's relentless teasing! My accommodation wasn’t that bad; I lived in a three-story complex building. Despite everything going well with work, I had a major problem—my roommate, Clara. I met her when I was looking for a room, and since she couldn’t pay her rent, the landlord decided to split the large room into two. As she was a girl, I thought, “What could go wrong?” Oh, how naive I was.

Alicia asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I grinned, launching into stories about my classes, my friends, and my adventures. I told her about my club, about Mark, and my favorite professor, who always made me laugh. I shared stories about my roommate, Rachel, who was also my partner in crime, and our late-night conversations about life and everything in between. Alicia listened intently, laughing and asking questions. She wanted to know everything about my college experience, from the parties to the exams, and I was happy to share it all with her.

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

Xoxo Nyx I think I have a few friends in my new roommates, but then again I’m not a very good judge of that, and it’s not like I can be truly honest. The girls I live with are aware of my PTSD, but not all the rest I’d just told a woman I’d know for all of five minutes. It was no joke when I told George that some of the best, if not weirdest, bizarre or otherwise questionable moments of my life happen in a corner store.

I’ve waited weeks to get this tea. “Urghhh. Worst roommate I’ve had in my entire academy life. That witch turned my room into a battlefield. Constant drama.Good riddance.” Okaaaay? Hailey and Eva were roommates? That explains so much. And maybe… more than roommates? Goddess, it’s like everyone at this academy signed a confidentiality pact. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I say softly. “But like—how bad was it that they had to remodel the whole dorm system? Couldn’t they just, like, separate you?”

“Right. Keep telling yourself that, pet.” “What do you want?” “I guess he told you. We’re going to be roommates.” “I wouldn’t put it that way.” “So how would you put it?” “We’ll be sharing a condo. Separate rooms.” “If you shared a two-bedroom place with anybody else, wouldn’t you call them your roommate?”