Same Room Swap Novels & Stories

“Room assignments were randomized. No swaps. No complaints. You’ll survive a month.” “Do we get to pick beds at least?” someone asked. “Sure,” Coach said. “Fight for it. I don’t care.” Avery from the Storm side laughed. “God, this is gonna be a disaster.” One of the staff started reading out names. “Room 1: Carter and Eli.” “Room 2: Damien and Wes.” “Room 5: Caleb and Logan.” “Room 11: Josh and Felix.” People groaned, cheered, shoved each other.

"Catherine, Zacharias, come with us. We'll get our food back from that bitch, Christina! We need as much help as we can!" Yeah, they did. We went and barged into Christina's house. There were dozens of us. Even before we got in, we saw smoke coming out of the chimney. Smoke from the kitchen. Even seasoning couldn't be found anywhere. People could smell beef from miles away. "You bitch! Christina, you stole my cow! I'll kill you!" The guy whose cow was stolen flew into a rage. He darted ahead and tried to take the beef away, but John punched him down easily.

Turning around to face him, I saw that he had caught up with me. "Yeah?" I responded, puzzled. Travis wrapped his arm around my shoulders and gently pushed me to the side. I couldn't help but feel suspicious of his behavior. What was he up to? "What's the matter?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. "Buddy, I wanted to ask for a favour from you," he said, with a face that seemed innocent enough to make me drop my guard. "What is it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Can you swap rooms with Clancy?" Travis asked, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint. "We wanted to spend some time together, and if you could stay in her room, then…"

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.

"Listen to me, Leah. You think I care about your family's money? Sophie already has a new way to make money. We don't need you. She's not going to be worse off than you." Standing there, all three of them looked like performers in some farce. I laughed again. "Alright," I said. "I'll wait and see if she really surpasses me. Nothing fancy—just hold a wedding in this place." I tapped the marble floor with my toe. The hotel stood in one of the city's most expensive districts. Their expressions shifted. Without another word, they turned and left, cursing under their breath.

Leo went to the right while Richard walked to the left side. On the other hand, Sara and Nancy returned back to their small rental room in the Capital. The room they rented is small and is very dirty. But they can only afford that room. The motel is in a very seedy area in the city. There is a single cot pushed to one side of the room while a small outdated TV is placed on one wall. Apart from that, there is no other furniture in the room. That TV is always turned on. They tried to turn it off, but that old remote is not working. So they ignored it.

She was my only family. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself. "Promise me you won't scream when I tell you what's going on," I said, my voice barely a whisper. Liv's eyes widened, a mixture of confusion and concern flickering across her face. "What's going on?" I closed my eyes, waiting for a moment before finally speaking, releasing the words if wanted to say to someone since this whole swap started days ago, "I swapped places with Ashton," I confessed. The silence that followed my confession was so thick, a knife wouldn't be able to cut through it. Liv's face slowly turned pale, her eyes wide with shock. She blinked rapidly as if trying to process the information.

Why, what happened? "Well, she had this smelly shoe rack thing in the middle of the room, so I moved it. Turns out it was a thousand-dollar something, and I may have broken off one of the side pieces," Sandra explained. "I was just at the housing office pleading my case to switch rooms." "Yikes," Bella said with a wince. "So, what's the final verdict?" "Apparently, the housing office lady is also a fashion nut, so she's willing to transfer my roommate if she wants, but I can go screw myself," Sandra sighed, letting her head drop on the table.

Outside the bathroom, Lucas hissed every word through gritted teeth, "This is my room!" "What are you—" "I just called the front desk. She gave you the wrong key card!" he snapped rather grumpily, clearly out of patience. "My room is 999, yours is 666! She had a mix up and accidentally swapped our cards, get it?" Cordy did a double take—to think a luxury hotel like this would make such a cheap mistake! "If you understand, get out," Lucas urged, annoyed. "Stop loitering in my room."

I point to Kayden's bedroom. "Why did they swap rooms?" Abraham asks. "They aren't sleeping in the same room, right Jonas?" John asks. I raise an eyebrow at home. "Why do you care about that?" "Because she's still my family." He answered. "Now, answer me." Old habits never die.