Wrecked Roommates Series Novels & Stories

The morning sun cast long, unforgiving shadows across the apartment's living room, illuminating the wreckage of a life built on sand. The discarded remnants of the celebratory dinner—a half-empty bottle of champagne, a crumpled tablecloth, and the sad, congealed mess of salmon on the floor—were a brutal testament to the previous night’s collapse.

I see you next to each other, cuddling on your bed every time I go to the bathroom in the early morning. Roommate 2: Yeah! How do you sneak your girlfriend into the room without being seen by the monitors, huh? And she really holds onto you like she's afraid to lose you or something… Roommate 4: WHAT BABE? F**K YOU, DON’T GIVE ME THAT! I DON’T BRING ANY LADIES INTO THIS ROOM AND I DON’T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! The three roommates were shocked. One of them even screamed in fright. Roommate 3: F**K YOU TOO! WHO’S THAT BESIDE YOU, EMBRACING YOU SINCE EARLIER WHEN WE STARTED DRINKING?!

There were no innocent victims or sincere brotherhood, just three people who became entangled with one another because of their own secrets and gains. One of them was a spoiled brat who spent extravagantly while being funded by a middle-aged businesswoman, while another was an obsessed man who resorted to self-harm for the sake of twisted beauty standards, and another was an overly supportive brother who lied and scammed for money repeatedly to repay the debt of his gambler elder brother. The three of them coordinated this act of going missing, while I was the perfect shield, which they pushed under the bus to attract all attention. As I listened to the police officer's explanation, I observ

I had never met a more disrespectful person than the pair. I walked to my room in anger. I was going to kill Jen and Kari for this. How did I end up with such annoying and uncaring friends? Kari had left me and moved in to live with her new boyfriend Ron. Apparently, he was more important than our friendship. On the other hand, Jen had agreed to the proposal that Ron's cousin, Alec should be my new roommate. Then, I the foolish girl had agreed without even knowing what type of person Alec was.

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.

I said, my voice echoing clearly in the wrecked room. I turned my gaze to Betty and the other girls before I declared. "You want this room so badly? Take it. Because if I can’t stay in the werewolf quarters, I would rather go and ask for a room in the Lycan dormitory. “After all... I am on their team now." The room went dead silent at my bold answer as Maria’s pitiful expression shattered. Her jaw almost dropped as the color drained completely from her face when she glared at me.

An argument that culminated in my roommate breaking up with our now-unwelcome guest. In response to getting dumped, the angry blonde told Gray (who, again, was a ten) that she'd come crawling back when she 'needed a good fuck.' She slammed the door on her way out. Once she was gone, I tried to get my roommate to talk to me, but she said she wanted to go to sleep. Barely fighting the impulse to make her stay, I (uselessly) bid her good night. Fully aware that sleep wasn't going to come easy for me after the shit-storm that unfolded, I had a few more drinks alone.

Though that room was hardly used since Thalia liked to paint in the open, it was still her happy place and that was when he saw it. The wreckage. “ What happened?” asked Jake as he, Shayne and Dan came dashing into the room after him. Jake wasn’t a surprise, he had seen him run out of the room like the entire world was on fire as for Shayne and Dan, they might have sensed his alarm through the pack link, of course, they did, he was so disoriented that he didn’t even try to block the rest of the pack from his mind. “ Oh damn!” “ Jesus” cursed Shayne as he stared at the horrifying sight in front of them. “ Why would someone do this? Like damn- were these the canvases Thalia has been working on

"But have you actually considered whether your family can afford to rent you an apartment off-campus? Making your parents foot the bill over something this trivial is a bit unreasonable, don't you think?" I froze on the spot. My lips went white from biting down so hard. Without a word, I turned and walked out of the office. I felt utterly hopeless. Right outside the door, a tall, lean guy was leaning against the wall, seemingly lost in thought. The moment we crossed paths, he spoke up, "Hey, ever thought about getting a roommate? You look harmless enough. How about we share a place?" … "Back then, I brought Marshmallow back to campus, but she vanished again a few days later," I asked, lookin

She unfolded the note slowly and read the words she had written two years ago: “The sex was good, handsome, but let’s not meet again.” Her composure shattered. The note trembled in her hands. She had hoped he might not remember her, but the proof was right there. He had kept everything. Her knees buckled. She dropped to the marble floor, sobbing quietly. “Please, forgive me,” she whispered. “Whatever happened that day was a mistake. I was drunk and heartbroken. My friends had organized an escort to help me forget my cheating boyfriend. I didn’t know I entered the wrong room. I swear, I thought you were—”