Wrecked Roommates Series Novels & Stories

Miranda was a cautionary tale that brought some sense back to them. They began to spend more time and energy on their studies. After all, no one wanted to follow in her footsteps and be expelled due to flunking too many classes. There were no more foolish plans for the future. I thoroughly enjoyed my college years. … Soon, we were graduating. Everyone went on with their own lives. I went abroad for further studies. When I returned, I bumped into one of my two roommates in a restaurant. She was working as a waitress. Apparently, the other roommate was married to a rather average man after repeatedly failing to make the cut in the workforce. Now, she lived a life dependent on another person's

Jenna blurted out, completely caught off guard. Drake offered a faint smile, as though this was amusing to him. “Looks like I’m your third roommate.” Drake Vexmoor was the third roommate? He leaned casually against the counter, his eyes flicking toward her with the same unreadable depth from before. “Morning,” he said with a slow, amused grin. Jenna blinked. “You… live here?” “Looks like it,” he said simply. “I was told this room was reserved for a special pairing. Seems I got lucky.”

•.• Skylar •.• “I’m Room 16,” Harper said, staring at her phone. “Queens Hall.” She looked up at me. The school had sent out details of students’ dorm rooms and every other vital piece of information through email. “What room are you?” she asked, and I pursed my lips, staring down at my phone. “Room 17…” I was interrupted when Harper shrieked and threw her arms around me. “Our rooms will be right next to each other!” she grinned, and I cocked my head to the side.

he said, leaving hurriedly. Hyce narrowed his eyes as he watched him leave. The memory of him stripping at the club last night is so vivid in his head, so why is he still pretending? "The latecomers can now come for their room numbers!" The lecturer in charge announced from the front, and Pearl blinked. "Y'all got your numbers already?" "Yeah. I and Teal are roommates" Morgan replied, waving her card. "I and Lizzy are roommates too. We'd have taken for you, but it's not allowed, you have to take it yourself" Rebekah said.

Her face looked older, but her clothes and energy screamed ‘forever 23. "Hello, ma'am, I am River Wilson, and I..." "We do not have any rooms left; this semester was brutal." Hearing her say that made my heart skip a beat, but I was sure that I would be able to convince her to swap me with someone else. "Oh no, I already have a room," I say, and she looks at me as if I had gone mad. "Then why are you here?" "There was a mix-up," I say, setting the file on the table that separated us and pulling out the rental agreement. "My roommate is a boy." She looks up at me as if I had just spoken a foreign language. I clear my throat and reaffirm.

Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business – I scoffed at the roommate ad, is he looking for a roommate or does he want a maid? I folded the paper into my bag as I walked into the bank to clear out all the money from me and Marty’s joint account, ten thousand dollars, it was nothing much but it was enough to get me started on a new life.

I nodded eagerly at him, butterflies swarming all around my stomach as he laid a quick, soft kiss on my lips before guiding me out of the room. The omega rooms were absolutely stunning! I was even more surprised when Elliott told me that only the omegas who elect to room with a friend or mate have to share, each person got their own room with a connected kitchenette, table, sitting area, and en suite bathroom. I thought back to the cramped quarters at River Bed and the old, broken down and falling apart shed Emma and I were forced to live in as punishment and it made me burn with a new anger I’d never felt before. What an injustice River Bed was doing to so many members of their pack, and th

Delaney walked into the front office to rent a room, and found a late teen behind the counter with a Nintendo Switch and an energy drink. Thirty minutes later, they walked into a one-bedroom hotel room with a small kitchen, a round table and one large bed. Delaney's body begged to crawl into the bed and pass out, but she wanted to make sure that Patch was okay, first. He pulled off his vest, tugged his shirt over his head, and then plopped down face first onto the mattress. He moved to his side, and curled his finger at her. "Come here," he whispered. She crawled over, and Patch pulled her toward him. The deafening silence ate at Delaney's chest. Everything had taken a nosedive since Lucas f

she mutters, motioning for us to follow. Sure enough the inside has been trashed. Any furnishings have been shredded to pieces, broken glass and debris littered carelessly about the place. This place, that I once enjoyed living in is now a shall of it’s former self. "Did they spare anything?" I whisper. "Most of the private rooms are fine, it's just the common areas that weren't locked that were trashed,” Nakoa explains, rubbing her hands down her arms. Marek wanders around, turning things over and kicking about various broken items. I can this is strange for him, being in his enemies home. His expression reveals nothing of what he is thinking, that stoic look he wears so well plastered acro

If it reaches the invasion of the company, it’s not good. So, the woman weighs in on her decision to quit. She is living a good life, with a bright future, and yet, by the end of the day, everything is ruined by just one person. Bang! A door being opened by a roommate. Mirawadee dragged her bag to the side of the bed before opening the door to greet her roommates. “Hello, eh-you!” When she saw their new housemates, their round eyes opened in surprise, and she quickly fled back inside the room.