Roommates To Lovers Books の小説・ストーリー

I reached out; the feeling of the metal round key holder was cold against my skin, but the warmth of him close was enough to heat me. "Didn't you say you want to be roommates forever?” I nodded with tears in my eyes as I looked up at him. I kissed his lips, and his free hand grabbed my waist. “Roommates forever” THE END!

•.• Skylar •.• “I’m Room 16,” Harper said, staring at her phone. “Queens Hall.” She looked up at me. The school had sent out details of students’ dorm rooms and every other vital piece of information through email. “What room are you?” she asked, and I pursed my lips, staring down at my phone. “Room 17…” I was interrupted when Harper shrieked and threw her arms around me. “Our rooms will be right next to each other!” she grinned, and I cocked my head to the side.

When he saw that I did not resist him, he kissed me. A faint scent of pinewood filled my senses. David looked serious and devoted. My eyes flew wide open in shock. When I first transmigrated into this book, I knew I was one of the male leads. I was also aware of the presence of three other male leads. The content of a romance book had always been very explicit, so I assumed it would be four male leads paired with four female leads. It was no wonder the transmigration system told me that the characters’ behaviors had gone awry.

“So, why isn’t it convenient for me to stay at your place? Didn’t you say it has two rooms?” “I rented the other one out.” “To a guy or a girl?” “A guy.” Marvin narrowed his eyes. She smiled. “Don’t worry. He’s a colleague—super proper.” Linda’s reply pulled Marvin right out of his wallowing. A single male colleague, renting her spare room. They’re coworkers by day, housemates by night. Sharing a kitchen and bathroom, eating dinner together after work... Wasn’t this the classic setup for slow-burn romance? Marvin said flatly, “You think he’s proper?”

"See you around, basketball captain." He smiled. "See you, counsellor." She waved before heading toward the driveway. Austin watched her disappear down the street. For the first time in what felt like forever… the future didn't seem quite so hopeless. --- Across campus… Oliver Thompson pushed open the door to his dorm room. The room was tidy as always. Books stacked neatly. Medical journals spread across his desk. His roommate and older brother Damien Thompson was already dressed for class, fastening the cuffs of his shirt while flipping through a thick law textbook.

“Kinda ironic, isn’t it?” “Pardon?” I cocked my head. “You and me,” he grinned. “An Alpha jock and a Beta nerd getting assigned as roommates, and on their very first meeting, the jock mistakes the nerd for his ex-lover who he clearly hasn’t gotten over with. Sounds like the premise of a bad romance novel.” My brows shot to my scalp. “My what now?”

My roommate, Miranda White, loved romance novels. She always fantasized about becoming the rich and beautiful protagonists of her novels, dreaming of the day a rich and handsome young man would fall in love with her at first sight. Her goal in life was to find a rich, handsome, and devoted boyfriend who could launch her to the top of society. As such, she did all she could to present herself as a rich beauty. She would dress herself in luxury clothing and use the best skincare products she could get her hands on. All counterfeit, of course.

I locked the front door, dimmed the overhead lights to just the warm glow of the reading lamps, and flipped the sign to *Closed* but didn't lock it. The shop smelled like old paper, cedar shelves, and the faint vanilla of the candle I’d lit earlier. I should have gone home. Should have poured wine, watched the ball drop on my tiny TV, toasted alone. Instead I lingered. I wandered to the back corner—the erotica section nobody ever asked for help finding. I pulled a slim volume from the top shelf: The Art of Surrender. The cover was black with gold lettering, no photo. Perfect. I sank into the worn velvet armchair tucked between the stacks, the one customers sometimes used to read a chapter be

"Don't say that! You're the only person I love! I was only together with Madison because our families were a good match." He gripped my hands tightly. His voice was trembling when he said, "I like being cooped up in our little apartment with you, snacking on chips while we watch a movie together. I like cooking with you. I like holding your hand while we stroll along the streets. I… "The only person I love is you." Tristan's voice was thick with tears by the time he was done speaking. However, I simply looked at him coldly while peeling his fingers away from my hands.

“I’m not ready to talk about it yet.” Anne nodded immediately. “That’s okay,” she replied softly. “Whenever you’re ready.” Joy gave her a grateful look, and the conversation shifted again to lighter topics. By the time they finished their coffee and began walking back to the apartment, the distance between them had disappeared completely. What had started as a simple roommate arrangement had quietly turned into a deeper friendship. When they got home, Anne went straight into the kitchen. “Sit down,” she said with a small smile. “I’ll make breakfast.”