Hot Roommates Novels & Stories

"I told you earlier that they have always been more her friends than mine. And not because I don't like them, but because the ages are different and we have different ideas of what recreation, fun, is." "I see." "Last month, Alexandra told me that she was advertising for a roommate position in her apartment. That she needed someone to talk to, that she was feeling a little lonely. I guess her friends were more distractions than anything else.... And that she needed someone who really understood her. Someone besides me." Emanuele nods and drinks a glass of water while Joshua takes a breath to continue the explanation.

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,

"Who's this?" The little red head dipped under his chin, and reached up to smack his arm with vengeance. It was cute, that she thought she was scary, and he simply waited for her to introduce him. Curious what she would say. "This is Jackson, he's our new roommate, Randy invited him." She said it simply, and Jackson felt oddly disappointed. Well, that was lame. He always liked a little spice. Leaning his elbows down over her chair, with arms cradled innocently on either side of her silky strands, he cooed. "Don't let the princess fool you, I'm also her very, very, best friend. Why, we're almost inseparable now."

No touch zone: no physical touch and intimacy in public. We must constantly act like enemies to keep up the facade of being ‘just roommates’ Shared spaces must be respected with three metres. Separated schedules. We can never coordinate our campus schedules. We can never let my father find out – at least not for now. The safe zone: Rules number one and two become void as soon as we are behind our room doors. I will still cook dinner for you because you suck at it, and I like doing it. Even if we lie to everyone, we must never lie to each other.

They agreed immediately. "Do we still have more rules?" Marrah asked once again. "I can't think of anything now," Hiro said. "Let's just add rules when we think of one. We'll realize some things along the way so we might add more rules," Zen said. "Now, let's decide the roommates. I'm tired. I want to sleep now." I felt my mood dampening at what he said. So they really had no plans of talking to me? We played a game to determine who will room with who. There were three rooms where only three people will share while the remaining rooms have four people sharing it.

They are like a second family to me (like the first one qualifies in the family category). Rachel and Sheena are my roommates and Dan and Ron live in the room to the left of us. They have a junior as their third roommate. Yes, it is a mix hostel. The only rule is that a girl and boy can’t live in the same room. Either three girls or three boys in a room. We can have movie nights and all. No restrictions there. Awesome right. We went to eat in the evening as planned and had a movie night afterwards. We are in the same college but with different majors. Rachel’s major is Civil Engineering. Sheena is majoring in Electronics and Telecommunications. Dan is majoring in chemical engineering and Ron

The laughter didn't make my side hurt anymore. "Damn straight. You should be too. They'll kill humans that know too much." He warned me, cutting my laughter short. "Noted." The room fell silent for a while as Tate busied himself with random things. "Hey, Kiran?" Tate finally cut the silence. "Yeah, what's up?" "You know I'm looking for a roommate. Mine found his mate a couple of weeks ago and moved out with her. How about it? It's $400 a month for everything and the fridge is always stocked."

Mitch glanced down at his dinner. “You made this, Reena? Even the sauce?” “Yep.” She took a sip of red wine. “It’s not complicated.” “It’s amazing.” “Thanks.” “So.” Mitch picked up his wine glass. “Our Big Three Compromises?” She brushed her hair back. “Yep. The most invaluable part of any roommate relationship, I swear.” “OK. Shoot.” “When two people live together, there are always things about the other person that drive them crazy.” Yeah. Like long blonde hair, perfect pink lips and sky-blue eyes. Just a few things that drive me crazy about you, Reena.

Starlet announced, stopping before a much more normal-looking door, "is where we live. Your home away from home, if you can call it that." She pushed the door open, revealing another corridor, this one lined with numbered doors. It looked more like a blandly upscale apartment building than part of a lavish club. "Wait, we live here?" I echoed, letting the surprise in my voice slip through. "Where else would we be? Our shifts are unpredictable. The boss likes having his favorite toys on hand." She said it without a trace of bitterness, just stating a fact. "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 ge

Dax’s POV Being roommates, we started as friends. We go together to play cricket, go shopping, etc. We are afraid of seniors ragging us. So we used to go outside together, or we stayed in our hostel room. Soon in a month soon we became good friends. My roommates were eager to discuss sex, and they described the sexy parts of classmates and argued about who had the best figure. I generally have a shy character, so I don’t involve myself in the discussions most of the time.