The American Roommate Experiment A Novel Novels & Stories

The door was already open. I took a deep breath. This was it. The start of Tate Osborne, Regular Human Student. No magic. No Pack politics. Just me, some textbooks, and a roommate who hopefully didn't snore. I walked in. The room was... small. Like, prison-cell small. Two twin beds, two desks, and a window that looked out onto a brick wall. And it was already half-occupied.

Wet, sloppy, rhythmic, and real. I pressed my palm against my stomach and breathed out slow. My roommate Angelina was out partying again, so it was just me and these damn walls. The girl next door cried out louder, begging for it, and my body answered with a throb I couldn’t ignore. My hand slid down before I could stop it, fingertips brushing the edge of my shorts. No. I snatched my hand back like I’d touched fire. I slammed the book shut. This was ridiculous. I was twenty, still a virgin, and listening to strangers have sex like some pervert. My face burned. I needed to get out. Now.

“I just thought I’d get a few days to assimilate or something.” “Oh bunny, that’s called multi-tasking. Plus what better way for you to assimilate than to be thrown head first into a social epicenter.” Camille said clapping her hands excitedly. Okay, let’s ignore the fact that she just called me a bunny. This girl was absolutely crazy. These people had roomed me with a crazy roommate who could very well grab a knife and murder me in my sleep. I mean, how else would you explain her thought process? “Right,” I said in response drawing out the right. I resumed eating, making sure to keep food in my mouth as often as possible so I would not have to engage them in conversation.

Kimberly hated to be stepped on, she so badly wanted to serve her a dosage of her medicine, but decided against it, it's still a little too early for that. "Let me guess? You're the new rommie?" The girl asked scanning her from the head down to the toe. 'Well, I don't think I want to be a roommate here, I want to believe I'm mistaken,' Kimberly snapped inwardly. Of course she couldn't say it out loud. "Uhm, room 8?" Kimberly said wishing she will say "Oh no! This is room 7, check the next room." "That's your space over there, or you can keep standing like a mannequin," she snapped.

“It looks good on ya. You just look like a grown up, but I know better so …” She went to kick his shin but he dodged her, swiping her bags and starting toward the spare bedroom upstairs. “Can’t I stay downstairs?” Lucas stopped on the first step and looked back over his shoulder. “Nah, I have a roommate.” Delaney gave him three lazy blinks and looked around. “You what?” He shrugged his shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal. “It’ll be fine, swear.”

“The money he gave us barely covers your food and training lessons.” The feeling that something is not quite right returns to me. “It’s better than nothing,” I say and enter. Anan follows me. The house—while small, is clean—consists of a kitchen and a room with two beds. The book and letters on one of them tell me I have a roommate. I put my duffle bag on top of what I assume is my bed. “Let me show you the rest of the village.”

With a sigh of relief, I took Jasmine's hand, and we headed back to university—unaware that a storm was brewing just around the corner. The next morning, Jasmine woke me up with a start. "Joyce, wake up! You've got to see this! Scarlett called you out on the university forum!" I rubbed my eyes and checked my phone. There, on the university forum, was a post that had taken the top spot: [A poor girl from the countryside asks if it's really fair to owe 5,000 dollars after accidentally playing her roommate's game.] Scarlett had painted quite the picture, adding her own spin to the events and posting the stamped letter of understanding. The words "5,000 dollars" were circled in bright red, highl

Sharon was proving a useful ally, but he knew better than to trust her too much. There was always another agenda with women like Sharon. The elevator dinged, the doors slid open, and he found himself in a plush, carpeted hallway. Leo stepped out; his polished shoes made no sound on the thick carpet. He found Room 1408 at the far end, its door slightly ajar. Leo's brow furrowed, but he didn't hesitate. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was not well-lit; the soft light from a single lamp cast long shadows on the walls.

When I was done, hunger gnawed at me. I had left Greystone Falls in such a rush. I checked my phone to see if I had any messages or missed calls from Mom—but there was nothing. Her new behavior stung deeply. My eyes landed on a massive book on the table—it clearly belonged to my new roommate. It was so big, making it looked like a spellbook. Curious, I walked toward it and picked it up. Just as I was about to flip through the pages, the book flew from my hands.

Kael’s POV The first thing you learn when you're living at Virelade is that privacy is a myth and the second thingis control is everything. Which is why the sight that greeted me when I stepped out of the bathroom made me stop dead in my tracks. He was already in the room...my room, Seth?,my new roommate,he was the unwanted addition to my otherwise perfect arrangement. It was almost laughable out off all the people they could’ve paired me with, they picked him?