The Perfect Roomates Novels & Stories

Nora said, relief flooding her voice. “Barely,” Mason muttered. Behind them, the intercom came alive again. “Trial One: complete.” “Proceeding to Phase Two: Revelation.” The lights flickered once more this time revealing the space they’d entered. Rows of beds lined the walls. Each had a nameplate at the head. Lola froze. “Those are… ours.” Every bed had a name: Lola Quinn. Adam Pierce. Nora James. Mason Lee. And one more. At the far end of the room, the final bed bore a fifth name.

He nodded as he checked it out. “This is nice. Way better than the tiny spots I’ve been looking at. Rent split sounds fair too.” He turned to her. “You sure you’re cool with a guy roommate? I know your ad said female preferred.” Mia shrugged. “I was hoping for a girl, but you seem normal. And I need someone now. If you’re good with the rules…no bringing random people over without asking, keep the common areas clean…we can try it.” Jamal grinned. “Deal. When can I move in?”

When I started college, I wanted a normal college experience, so I refused to use the black card my parents gave me. My roommate, Peggy Slade, was on need-based financial aid. Every day, she did two things. First, she'd sweet-talk her rich, hot online boyfriend and brag about him. Second, she'd make fun of me, the small-town nobody who couldn't even recognize designer brands. All my clothes back home were custom-made, so I honestly didn't know a single logo. I never bothered explaining. Her online romance was more entertaining than reality TV. Then one day, a screenshot of a money transfer popped up on her phone, and I caught a glimpse. 'Wait. She's using my photos for online dating?'

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

However they would likely be sleeping in the same bed when they were married and his parents had mentioned it was easier to find out Sebastian's habits before permanent cohabitation. “We can share a bedroom,” he replied. “If you snore, I will kick you out to another bedroom and you can do the same if I snore. However, I am confident I don’t snore because my mother tells me that I sleep like an angel.” Sebastian laughed. “I’m jealous, my mother doesn’t say anything like that to me. I will have to find out if you really sleep like an angel.” Edward took off his wet shoes and coat before carrying their suitcases up the stairs. The house was large so there was a choice of bedrooms. As Sebastian

I ask. “Uhm, I don’t think she’s a late enrollee. I heard she’s from Thailand. And she wasn’t supposed to be my roommate. Since her parents paid for the elite dormitory. the caretaker said that it was her request to transfer to a dorm where she can have someone with her. She wanted to have a roommate because she doesn’t want to feel alone, and she feels so bored when she’s all by herself” Aphrodite said. “Eh? Don’t the elite dormitories have an extra bed? I thought all dormitories were good for two?” I spoke. From what I know, in most dormitories, there is always a roommate.

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,

She shouted tightening the hold on the knot of her bathrobe. " You are here baby girl. Oh God thank you so much! By the way, you are looking so----- "Just get the hell out of my room." She yelled again "Why should I go out of here, this is my room too." He said calmly. "What do you mean?" She asked, confused "WE ARE ROOMMATES, BABY GIRL." ********************* He is JAXON WILSON, the bad boy. . . She is SAMARA GRAY, the good girl.

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!"

She was the one with the real problem! I thought that since we were roommates and it was only the first semester, there was no need to sour things between us. Nonetheless, my genuine kindness had only made Rachel feel entitled to take advantage of me.