Wrecked Roommates Series Novels & Stories

My stomach drops to the floor, but I don't hesitate, plucking the file out. My heart races as I open it, and the first thing I see isn't my contact. Instead, it's a copy of my lease for my old apartment. No, wait. When I look closer, I realize it's not the lease at all. It's actually a notice of lease termination. Dante paid my rent for the month I moved in with him and then paid the f*e to break the lease in the middle of it. My apartment is long gone, so even if I want to leave...I have no home to go back to.

"Whatever mess you've gotten yourself into, deal with it before you come back here. I'm not interested in being dragged into problems that have nothing to do with me." "Lucas... I-I'm sorry about what you saw that day," he said, wincing in pain. "It really isn't what you think it is." “There’s nothing to apologize for,” I said. “We’re just roommates—nothing more. Whatever you choose to do with your life is your business, not mine.." “But whatever mess you’ve gotten yourself into, make sure it stays outside this house. I have no intention of being caught in the crossfire or cleaning up problems that don’t belong to me.”

I cooed, "Babes, what do I do? I'm so scared." The truth was, I'd already started a live stream the moment Quinn handed me that water. Every word and move from her and Kendrick had been recorded. The room I was in was sickening. The walls were covered in compromising photos of young women who clearly looked unwilling. On top of that, there were all kinds of tools and props scattered around, along with a whole arsenal of twisted toys. By now, over 100 thousand people had crowded into the live stream, and the number was still climbing. Everyone watching was horrified.

The sound of the device hitting the water was muffled away by the waves. I tried to piece my memories together of the previous night. It was the second day and we were just cruising. The engine had been turned off because the captain had passed out from all the booze. Jackson and Ronnie had gotten me a surprise. They had snuck two Asian chicks into my room. Twins. The girls had been prepared to do anything. I had been prepared to do anything. We were all about to do a lot of everything when the sound of the alarm had blasted. Some wise-ass had gotten so drunk he had switched on the engine and stirred us to what I can only assume was a disaster. That was all I could remember.

Silence descended upon the room after my roommate, Quinn Lawrence, disappeared. I looked at my other two roommates, Rosalie Walters and Tiffany Norton. We tried to push the door open again to no avail. It didn't even budge an inch. My heart hammered wildly in my chest as I looked at the wall of comments before me. A thin layer of sweat beaded across my forehead. I knew without a doubt that the person that the commenters were looking for was me. After I changed majors during my junior year in university, I developed a crush on the campus heartthrob, Seth Sterling.

"You can get your own room if you want, but it’s extra, comes out of your tips. Most of the girls share. It’s cheaper, and honestly? It gets lonely in this place. Having a roommate… it helps. Someone to talk to who gets it." Fuck that. There was no way in hell I could share a room. My plans and my very reason for being here; all required absolute privacy. "My last roommate left almost a year and a half ago," Starlet continued, a touch of sadness coloring her tone. "Haven’t had the heart to replace her. Or find anyone who wasn’t a total nightmare, anyway." My entire body went still. A year and a half. The timeline was a perfect, chilling match. Haley was killed a year and a half ago. My pulse

A psychotic dorm mate. “She’s our roommate, you maniac! You are scaring her!” The river vanished in an instant In its place was a perfectly normal wooden floor, slightly scuffed, with a plush wolfskin rug that led to three separate rooms. Footsteps padded on the wooden floor, then she appeared. Ferna Pecker.

Huh? How did he know that? The expression on my face was telling. Caleb let out an exasperated laugh and pinched my chin. James and Caleb looked completely identical. But regardless of whether they were in the dorm or on campus, I could instantly differentiate them. The twin brothers and I lived in the same dorm. Ever since I moved into the dorm, Caleb had been especially guarded against me. Facts showed that Caleb would instantly show up whenever James and I were alone for more than half an hour.

She may not be able to call her Capitol Hill apartment her home for long, but the late afternoon sunlight, which is uncommon in Seattle at this time of year, seeped through the wide windows. Grace said, "I just can't believe Megan left me hanging like this," as she peered into the now-vacant second bedroom. Last week, her two-year roommate declared that she was moving in with her boyfriend, effective right away. Not enough notice. No assistance in locating a substitute. A pile of overdue debts and a polite "Sorry, but love waits for no one!" as all. Elena took another sip of wine. "People suck. But you need a roommate by next week or you're screwed on rent."

This was a good idea in terms of security, but with what is happening right now, I hated it. They finally had the door open, almost close to half an hour later. I moved the people out of the way and got in as soon as I could. I didn’t recognise my room because of all the broken things lying around. The shattered glass and what the hell—the desk chair was broken and the desk was flipped over. What the hell happened here? World fucking war III? I hear a loud bang and it makes me look away from the ruins in my room. My eyes clash with Jenna’s blue ones and she looks furious. There is a blood trail from somewhere in her hair, it drips down the side of her face and down her neck.