The American Roommate Experiment A Novel Novels & Stories

"You've had other roommates?" "Three." "Three?" She nodded. "One snored like a dying wolf. One talked in her sleep and kept apologizing to furniture. The last one transferred after two weeks because she couldn't survive the cafeteria's mashed potatoes." "...Mashed potatoes?" with my eyes talking. "They tasted like betrayal." Despite everything that had just happened, I laughed. "You are unbelievable." "I've been told." The room finally felt warm again, as though the strange wind had never existed. If not for the pounding in my chest, I would have convinced myself I'd imagined the feather.

Her eyes were filled with hatred as she glared at me. I watched surreptitiously as she slipped a few sheets of paper into one of her notebooks. … The next day, because the professor had added a last-minute class, several classmates hadn't brought their textbooks, including Quinn. I volunteered to run back to the dorm to grab the books, and everyone agreed. Once I got to the dorm, I sneakily opened Quinn's notebook. Just as I'd expected, there was a medical report inside. It clearly stated that Quinn was the patient and that she'd tested positive for genital warts.

"But have you actually considered whether your family can afford to rent you an apartment off-campus? Making your parents foot the bill over something this trivial is a bit unreasonable, don't you think?" I froze on the spot. My lips went white from biting down so hard. Without a word, I turned and walked out of the office. I felt utterly hopeless. Right outside the door, a tall, lean guy was leaning against the wall, seemingly lost in thought. The moment we crossed paths, he spoke up, "Hey, ever thought about getting a roommate? You look harmless enough. How about we share a place?" … "Back then, I brought Marshmallow back to campus, but she vanished again a few days later," I asked, lookin

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,

Every single time I get intimate with my boyfriend, Lyle Holloway, I notice he always changes the bedsheets afterward. After a frenzied release, I can't help but ask him about it. Lyle gently twirls a strand of my hair around his finger and smiles tenderly. "Of course it's because your best friend sweats buckets. Every time before I do it with you, she gets jealous and insists on going first. Ever since I met her, I've realized that women really are made of water." His response catches me off guard, and I stare at him in utter disbelief. "What did you just say?" He stubs out his cigarette, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Grace, your mom was tortured to death in bed by your dad, not by

She handed me a bottle of water and settled down in the armchair next to the sofa, remaining silent. As a writer, I appreciated the quiet while working, but this silence felt uncomfortable. If it continued for much longer, I could feel an ulcer forming in my stomach from all the nervousness. Unable to handle the stress, I blurted out, "So?" Just as Miss Haze was about to start speaking, I interrupted with my concerns, "Seems like I'm not welcome here. Maybe I got the wrong Miss Haze or something." She looked at me questioningly, and I could swear I saw a small smile on her face. She then explained, " It’s not like that, Mr. Writer. I mean, you haven’t introduced yourself yet. Please try to u

"Who's this?" The little red head dipped under his chin, and reached up to smack his arm with vengeance. It was cute, that she thought she was scary, and he simply waited for her to introduce him. Curious what she would say. "This is Jackson, he's our new roommate, Randy invited him." She said it simply, and Jackson felt oddly disappointed. Well, that was lame. He always liked a little spice. Leaning his elbows down over her chair, with arms cradled innocently on either side of her silky strands, he cooed. "Don't let the princess fool you, I'm also her very, very, best friend. Why, we're almost inseparable now."

Intro: He’s huge, grumpy, and a total flirt but he's also my new roommate. Moving away from my hometown that had more cows than people has always my dream and wish. So I worked hard to be able to achieve them, I connected with a girl online who was looking for a roommate in Boston. I knew I was finally getting my wish when she agreed.. Then I opened the front door of my new apartment in the big city… And bumped right into a shirtless hottie who is very much NOT the girl I expected.– pure muscle from head to toe with eyes that makes your pulse race.

The only word that came out from Ryu before gulping the whole beer. Mr. Tako served the ramen right before Nato got back from his call. "So--." Nato started saying with excitement while looking at Ryu for his reaction. Ryu looked at him confused, waiting for Nato to continue what he is about to say. "I already informed your new roommate and arranged everything that needs to be done." Ryu could only give Nato a look of disagreement but he knew he couldn't argue with Nato at this point since he was really trying to save up money before telling his parents about him being a dropped out for years now. "Your new roommate will be moving within the next few days." Nato said as he slurp his ramen. "

she asked. I sighed. “Because he’s an idiot who doesn’t want to admit he likes her, too, and he thinks she’ll just always be there. She gets sick of being a doormat, and begins to move on from him onto his roommate.” “Does the roommate like her?” Heather stole some of my Skittles while watching. “Shit!” she giggled when the main girl poked fun at the roommate. “That was hilarious!” “Oh, yeah. This series is Chinese, but I’ve seen some Korean shows that put this one to shame,”