The Roommates Novels & Stories

Maybe he can shed some light on the obvious injustice happening within these walls. "My name's Rory, and that," he points to the other guy, "is Thomas. We're both Alphas from our respective packs. You're our roommate." Roommate? He nods. "Yes, roommate." He gestures to a sign above a bed in a far corner of the room. It reads 0144, the same number sewn onto my 'prison' wear. Rory stares at me hopefully. I don't respond immediately, too focused on trying to see beneath his mask.

Alvin stood up,"Why the rush, did you change your mind?" Precious paused,"No, i almost forgot", She said and chuckled. "You first", Alvin insist and they both walk out of the class. " So where do you want it, your dorm or mine?" "My dorm" "Oh much better, I don't want my Sonya ranting when she sees you", Precious teased and Alvin laughed. " Who is Sonya?" "My roommate" "Ok, my car broke down lately, so..." "It doesn't matter, we can just walk"

However, as I shifted my focus inward, a delightful surprise awaited me. In the intimate space of my room, a tableau of bustling activity unfolded. All three of my roommates, each a unique thread in the tapestry of shared living, were present. The atmosphere was alive with the energy of unpacking and settling in, transforming the room into a dynamic canvas of personal belongings and the shared anticipation of the journey ahead. The air buzzed with excitement, and all three of my roommates turned their attention towards me, offering warm smiles that instantly eased the lingering sadness. "Welcome, roomie!" they chimed in unison, their enthusiasm infusing the room with a contagious energy.

The vodka-punch-mess I’m drinking. Then— “Seth would hate this playlist,” Ramon mutters, scrolling through the queue. “Guy’s got the music taste of a divorced dad going through a crisis.” My body tenses before I can think. Cup halfway to my mouth. Tracey glances at me. “You good?” “Yeah,” I say too quickly. “Just didn’t expect… that name to come up.” “Oh. Right. Roommate situation,” she says casually, then turns to the others. “Alex lives with my cousin.”

Max would go to work and make lovely meals for strangers, whereas Grace would sit at her laptop, trying to capture the precise moment when two people stop to be individuals and become a pair. But tonight, they were simply Max and Grace, huddled together on their sofa in their apartment, disputing about what to watch on N*****x and expecting a future that felt both thrilling and inevitable. The unforeseen roommate arrangement has become the most anticipated event in each of their lives. And they were right where they belonged.

Romeo Roommates. Is that what I would call this situation? That was such an odd concept but in a way it did kind of make a lot of sense. Because technically we were mates who would be sleeping in the same room together from now on…. Ok I just realized that that wasn’t fucking funny. It was a terribly corny joke in fact. You know what? I’ll just stop at this point because I was apparently making things so much worse. We were all laying down on the King sized bed that was big enough to fit all of us, but why did it feel like there was still not enough space?

“What?” “Guess?” “They're going to give awards to people?” “Huh?” Michelle hissed. “You're so boring?” “What is it then?” I asked as she rolled her eyes. “Aziel and Paenyrah are my roommates.” She said, and I gasped. “What?! How?” I chuckled, looking at my face in the small mirror in the bathroom. “I'm as surprised as you are.” Michelle giggled. “Anyways, I'll see you soon.” She said, ending the call.

“Roommate?” “Yeah,” River said cheerfully, oblivious to the way Juliette’s smile was now twitching like she was planning something sinister . “They’ve been rooming together since the start of the semester.” Juliette’s grip on Kael’s arm tightened like she wanted to snap it in half. Her eyes went back to me, narrowing. I suddenly felt like a mouse surrounded by cats. Rooming with Kael while hiding my true identity was already hard enough, but now I had a new problem... Juliette, the Kael obsessed bitch who apparently did not like sharing her imaginary boyfriend with anyone.

“Right. Keep telling yourself that, pet.” “What do you want?” “I guess he told you. We’re going to be roommates.” “I wouldn’t put it that way.” “So how would you put it?” “We’ll be sharing a condo. Separate rooms.” “If you shared a two-bedroom place with anybody else, wouldn’t you call them your roommate?”

“My parents always do this big, chaotic thing. Food everywhere, Christmas movies on repeat, cousins running around like feral animals, aunts arguing over board games. It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s… nice. You’d fit right in.” I stared at him. He hurried on, words tumbling faster. “I mean—not as, like—not as my boyfriend or anything. Just… as a friend. Roommate. Someone who doesn’t want to spend the holidays eating takeout alone in an empty off-campus apartment while the heat’s set to sixty to save money.” The word *boyfriend* hung between us anyway, bright and unignorable, even though we’d both been careful not to say it out loud yet. My throat tightened.