The Roommate Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Hidden Cravings Yes, she is my roommate, but anytime she comes close to me I feel my body tense. God, I wish she could just touch me down there with those fingers. I clench my thighs together. I stood in the kitchen chopping vegetables, trying to focus on the knife in my hand instead of the way Mia moved around me. At 25, I, Chloe, should have better control than this. But living with Mia for the past seven months had become sweet torture.

##Chapter 1: Cassidy Book One: Stay With a shake of my head, I watch as my roommate, Brooklyn, busts out all her best moves on the makeshift dance floor. She's the tall blonde dancing with her hands twisting in the air, almost as if she's doing a very sad Stevie Nicks impersonation. I almost wince. Yeah...it's that bad.

the lady exclaimed, and was going to compliment him on finding such a good girl as his girlfriend when he read her face and spoke first. "She isn't even my girlfriend." He spoke quickly, before she could make any additional assumptions. This resulted in the lady. A female has joined them for lunch and has even cooled the dish herself. Despite this, she is not any of their girlfriends. "Are you attempting to adopt her at this age?" She humphed and ridiculed. "She is Lucifer's tenant; he has rented out his room to her." Chris commented as he looked at his friend's embarrassed expression. "And now it's time to eat. Don't worry too much." He also put food on her plate.

Rhychard took a long drag from his cigar, held the smoke a moment, and then exhaled slowly, sending smoke ribbons over the porch railing. It was his favorite place in the apartment and the only place not covered in left-behind fur. It was odd having a roommate who shed, but Rhychard would take that over blaring rap music any day. His last roommate had been a disaster, and he was more than pleased that nightmare had ended.

, Precious said angrily. Sean looked at the key and saw the room number written there, he realized that she was right. He sigh,"So that's means we are going to be living together as roommate",Sean said in frustrated tone. "No you must be mistaken", Precious said and laughed. Sean was getting tired of her drama and yelled at her, "Look girl this is my room, and if you are here for drama or you are not satisfied been here you can go back to your instructor or whatever and complain your problem to her" .

thank you”, he said wheezing through the shelves. He picked out a book form the shelf at the extreme end then ran straight up to the counter while breathing heavily, I couldn’t help but laugh at his apparent state of fatigue. He looked at me with a smirk then leaned close, too close for comfort, I immediately stepped back letting out a little cough to clear the air and not show my obvious discomfort. He let me know we would be seeing each other more often, which made a chill run through my spine because he was acting really creepy. I closed the account for today before another person comes in, logged out of the system, switched it off, locked the door to the back room and the library and st

Chapter 1: The Invitation Alex's POV My roommate Jake wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Come on, Alex, one night. You’re a computer science major, not a monk.” He practically shoved me out the door of our dorm, laughing at my protests. I adjusted my glasses, cheeks already burning as we walked across campus toward the thumping bass echoing from Greek Row. Parties weren’t my thing. Crowds made me want to debug code in silence instead.

Elara The classroom is bathed in thick darkness, disturbed only by the flickering light of the candles placed on the dusty shelves. Their flames dance, casting distorted shadows on the walls, as if the ghosts of lessons past are watching us, eager for a spectacle. My breath is short, almost suffocated by the heavy air, charged with an intoxicating scent of leather, musky perfume and this acrid, almost metallic smell of desire that rises between us. I'm standing in the center of the room, my legs trembling slightly under my tight black dress, the fabric clinging to my sweaty skin. Each movement makes the deep notch of the neckline quiver, like a silent invitation.

"Avis, could you grab my body wash? It’s on my desk. I'm busy showering; I can't go over to get it." On the balcony, my roommate, Linda Lowe, was indulging in her cold shower, basking in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Our dorm wasn’t on a high floor, and anyone passing below could easily glance up to enjoy the view. But Linda didn’t care. Far from it—she seemed to revel in it, swaying her body with exaggerated movements as though she couldn’t wait to flaunt herself.

"I'm so sorry we couldn't stop it." ​Luca was next. He looked at my suitcases, then at me, his eyes brimming with a raw, unprotected hurt. "You were the best roommate I ever had," he said, his voice breaking. He hugged me briefly, the scent of the gym and the dormitory clinging to him—scents that I would never breathe again. "Don't disappear, okay? Please don't just disappear." ​Finally, there was Alexander. He didn't hug me immediately. He reached into his pocket and pressed a small, leather-bound notebook into my hand. "Your notes from the last lecture," he said, his voice thick.