Romans & histoires Wrecked Roommates Series

A vase shattered into a thousand pieces on the floor. We fought until our lungs burned and our muscles screamed, and then, finally, we stopped. Collapsed against the wreckage, heaving, soaked in sweat and bruises. In the morning reality came crashing down as I looked at the wrecked room and saw the mess in an image of price tags. This wasn’t a time to be reckless with funds but it was a much needed fight. I grunted my bones snapping in place as I pushed off a part of a shelf I slept on. The room was a warzone—except for Bellamy’s desk, untouched and neatly organized. He was already up with his fingers click-clacking on his keypad which I suspected was what woke me up.

She remained by the mirror, striking poses and admiring her reflection, completely oblivious to the danger. The next day, I slipped out early, finding a quiet spot to watch their livestream and witness what would unfold. Things quickly took a turn. During one of their usual balcony shower streams, chaos erupted. A group of thugs stormed into the school, moving confidently as if they knew exactly where they were going. Armed with machetes, they headed straight for the dormitory. It didn’t take long for them to kick down the door and barge into the room, their rage palpable as they made their way toward the balcony.

You are in the living room of the apartment watching a movie, when you heard the sounds of footsteps in the door, which indicated that the boys had arrived. hey hunks I say As you greet them, the five friends enter the living room, their eyes immediately drawn to you. Jake face lights up with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling as he takes in your presence. Lucas grins mischievously, his gaze lingering on you before he plops down on the couch next to you. Nicolas nods curtly, his expression serious as he leans against the wall, his eyes never leaving your form. Henri's jaw clenches slightly, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes as he sees Lucas sit next to you. Levi blushes and shyly waves a

Never told him how many nights I’d stroked myself raw thinking about what it would sound like if that iron willpower finally snapped. We ended up roommates because the city rent was brutal and we were both barely scraping by. Two bedrooms, one shitty bathroom, walls so thin I could hear every thrust when he brought someone home. The headboard banging. The girls gasping his name. Ricco grunting low and steady like he was running a marathon he was born to win. He never sounded desperate. Never sounded like he was the one getting wrecked. Until last Friday night. He came home trashed. Girlfriend number whatever had dumped him mid-date after catching him eyeing the bartender’s ass.

The school had organized everyone into double rooms at the main lodge—two students per room. I scanned the list for my last name. Room 104: Anna Spears. & Brenna Spears. My breath caught in my throat. I stared at the screen, my eyes widening in absolute disbelief. "Are you actualy kidding me?" I muttered under my breath. I looked up across the cafeteria. At the exact same second, Brenna looked up from her phone. Her face was completely white, her blue eyes wide with pure horror and anger. She stared across the room straight at me, her hands trembling as she held her phone. The administration had thrown us into the exact same room for two whole nights. They probably thought they were doing a

"You sure you want to stay with him? You can crash on my couch. My roommate's out of town." I shook my head. "I'm not leaving him alone." Marcus didn't argue. He just nodded, squeezed my shoulder once, and drove off into the dark with a promise to check on us in the morning. The motel room was exactly as depressing as I expected. One bed with a floral comforter that had seen better decades. A lamp with a crooked shade. A bathroom the size of a closet. Jace stood in the doorway like he was afraid to step inside, his gray hoodie still reeking of smoke, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“One last time.” Serena touched his arm. “Then we go together.” Return to the Den The front door hung off its hinges. The stench of stale beer, blood, and rot hit them like a wall as they stepped inside. The common room was a massacre frozen in time. Red cups and shattered bottles covered the floor. The large flat-screen TV still played a looped music video, the bass thumping weakly. Bodies of Kael’s fraternity brothers lay everywhere — some torn apart, others half-eaten. Many still wore their Delta Howl shirts.

"Clinging to the hollow shell of a marriage? You make it sound so noble. It's you who's been pestering Susanne all along. Yet, you still dare to say, right to my face, that Susanne is your wife? "You must have a death wish for trying to hit on my fiancee. I'm gonna make sure the whole world sees what a shameless homewrecker you are!" Stanley blocked the door to stop anyone from entering or leaving the restroom, then pulled out his phone to record a video. "Check this out, everyone. This homewrecker has been trying to seduce my fiancee. My fiancee ignored him, but he still wouldn't give up. Now he's followed us all the way to our workplace. Are homewreckers these days really this shameless?"

However, with Johan and Felix terrorising the living situation there, even moving up to Class D dormitory rooms was safer. If he remembered correctly, Party Freedom did quite well in the Treasure Hunt event and was awarded Class B rooms for every member. Jessica and Benjamin shared a room, so they had another spare room to offer the childhood friends. It might be unintentional, but Zen had a feeling that with the cohabitation, it wouldn’t be long before Joaquin and Elena became a couple.

poor Lucien grimaced in pain, on the floor covered in food waste. Lucien didn't know that his kindness to share a room with a woman who was almost a homeless would bring him endless misfortune. ***