Roommates To Lovers Books Novels & Stories

“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.

Afterward he carried her to the bed and held her through the aftershocks, pressing quiet kisses to her hair, her shoulders, the inside of her wrist. “No more contracts,” he said into the dark. “No more expiration dates. Just this. If you want it.” Nora laced their fingers together. “I want it.” Three months later the original contract hung in a simple frame on the wall of the apartment they now shared. Every clause had been crossed out in black ink. At the bottom, in Sebastian’s precise handwriting, one final line remained: *Terms: Love her honestly. No expiration date.* Nora looked at it every morning while the coffee brewed and still could not decide whether it was the most romantic or the

"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.

She would have to navigate a household where every member carried their own expectations, fears, and unspoken pressures, all while caring for someone she barely knew. Walking back to her apartment that evening, Anne glanced at the stairs leading up to Joy’s door. She wondered what her roommate would be like when she returned , loud, messy, chaotic, yet somehow endearing. Anne smiled faintly, shaking her head, before thinking about the coming days. Her life had already begun to shift, and she had a feeling this was only the beginning.

I promise! Finally, as you would've guessed, "Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend" is coming to an end soon. Specifically, in August. No worries, the next book in the "Roommates" series will kick off right after, focusing on a different character and her/his future after this phase. If there are any more complaints, comments or general opinions, please comment under this chapter. Till then, please... Sit back and enjoy. Signed, Author.

I grin, moving to the sitting room. Our other roommate didn't come home tonight. I'd met her when I first moved in. She had seemed withdrawn and cold. Not exactly friendly. I didn't even get to know her name. Plopping down on the couch, I notice the thick novel lying beside me. It's the same one I'd seen with Danika earlier. I reach for it, picking it up. Then I flip it open. My heart stutters in my chest when I see the photo half hidden there.

My favorites were the ones who randomly leapt through the kaleidoscope of emotions with no sense, or rhythm. I've had a woman try to brain me with a vase then fuck me on the shards - all inside of twelve seconds. Maybe I shouldn't have slept with her roommate, or her dorm advisor. I repeat, I'm a great lover, but a lousy boyfriend. Hell, I've even had sex with a girlfriend's mother - within ten minutes of meeting her. While those two were having a screaming fit, I did her little sister too.

Two people passing in the same set of rooms, careful never to need anything from each other. Roommates. That was the word, if a man wanted to be honest about it.

My smile vanished instantly, and instead, red had taken over my face. “I wonder if roommates also beg each other to have sex with them when they’re drunk?” He proceeded. “Not to mention - be mad when they’re denied of it?” I narrowed my eyes at him, “Key word here is drunk. I was drunk out of my mind when I did that so you can’t hold that against me.” “I’m not, I’m just stating how roommates behave. Lusting after each other, making out at friend’s party, demanding sex - how to be roommates 101. Maybe we should write a book about it.”