The American Roommate Experiment A Novel Novels & Stories

I panicked as soon as I heard the word beer and he gave me an amusing look but didn't say anything. Dammit, he must think I'm such a wuss. I could see some papers were scattered on the coffee table beside a Mac Book and there was a huge TV in front of the couch from where I was seated. I was almost afraid to touch anything as everything felt so foreign to me. "Here you go," He returned with a glass of water and took a seat beside me. "Thank you." "Are you okay with a male roommate?" He asked directly, making me almost choked on my glass of water.

You live with your five friends, in the college apartment. Where you enjoy each other's company. Plus all five, like you secretly. Jeke is very romantic and stubborn with you. Lucas is playful and in love with you. Nicolas is serious and possessive of you. Henri is obsessed and jealous and Levi is shy and affectionate. You are in the living room of the apartment watching a movie, when you heard the sounds of footsteps in the door, which indicated that the boys had arrived.

Clutching her phone, she burst into tears and ran into the bathroom. From outside, I could vaguely hear her making a complaint call. Her voice was nothing like usual—pinched and cloying, unpleasant to listen to. Grinding her teeth, Joey dropped back into her chair. The other roommate, Carmen Radler, asked worriedly, "She isn't really dating Nick, is she? We really can't afford to offend someone like him." Joey snorted. "So what if she is? We're in the right—what's there to be afraid of? Does he really think he can bend the law? We got into this university on our own merit!"

Glad to announce that the second book My Roomie under the “My” Series will be starting from the next chapter. Below is a little introduction to the next book: Ellis Carter has exactly four problems. He’s broke. He’s overworked. He’s sleep deprived. And his apartment just burned down. Now he’s stuck sharing a room with Julian Cross, Beaumont University’s untouchable golden boy. They clash. They argue. They drive each other insane. Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else.

And how did I end up in such a state? Looking at the familiar dorm room before me, memories of my three roommates chatting and laughing are still vivid in my mind—Ethan doing push-ups, Jovian secretly working on his crafts, Chris wearing his Bose headphones while coding, and me racking my brain to write a term paper. But everything has changed now, and the past is gone. How did the four of us end up in such an awkward situation? I ran my hands through my hair and pulled a little, muttering under my breath, “You really screwed this one up, Aiden.”

she said for Adele to shake her head. “ no.. no, it’s ok. I’m good” she said for the girl to smile. “So can I know my new roommate's name?” She asks for Adele to nod. “Amaya” Adele said for Felony to bow her head. “Great. Welcome Amaya, I’m glad to have you as a roommate, don’t mind the other maids, we are all beautiful in our way ok? Come let me help you arrange, I heard you were hired for the twins and soon they will be up” she said for Adele to nod. She followed the girl into the open door and she saw a different room door with their number on it. Felony walked to room 11 and opened the door.

Because my older sister, Zara Gomez, dreamed of becoming a psychologist, I became her favorite test subject simply because I had been highly sensitive since birth. She said children should not be given too much security, so my parents missed every important moment in my life for years. She said people at their lowest should not be coddled, so when I was critically injured in a car accident, they turned around and went on vacation to Coral Isle. Only Aaron Shaw ever stood up to them. He would tell me gently, "Cry if you need to. I'm here." Then came the wedding by the beach. I waited and waited, but he never showed. Holding up the hem of my wedding dress, I searched the beach anxiou

Please continue reading my books and you can even recommend it to your friends and family. -My roommate wants a piece of me. -Ugly and insecure? -The rejected nagin. Thanks.

POV: Silver Preston I have barely managed to pull my toiletries from the depths of my duffel bag when Americus materializes beside my bed like a sequined genie, hands planted on her hips. "We need a bonding night." I look up from the narrow desk where I am attempting to arrange the handful of things I brought. A few textbooks. My phone charger. A small prescription bottle I slide quickly toward the back corner, out of easy view. "Mandatory roommate tradition," she continues, already pulling out her phone. "Non-negotiable."

Finding me lacking all over again. Naomi nudged my arm. “Relax. They can’t actually judge you.” “Yes, they can,” I muttered. “At least it feels like it.” We finally reached Room 317. My hands shook slightly as I unlocked the door. Inside, sunlight spilled across two twin beds, two desks, and a large window that overlooked the garden. It was simple but beautiful and suddenly, overwhelmingly foreign. “My roommate isn’t here yet,” I breathed out. “Good,” Naomi said. “You can settle in before the chaos starts.”