Roommate Novels & Stories

Knowing this, Henry instantly relaxed and rightly said, "It’s not necessary for you to live in a big house alone. Finding someone to share can also save the rent for your house decoration. " Liam, "Do I have to share with others?" "But your new roommate will be your dream girl." Henry smiled and said, "All right, I understand. You don't have to thank me, my guy." Liam couldn't make sense to him. "I'm going to your house now." "No way. I have to do something tonight. Don't fucking bother me." "I'm a big man," said Liam. "Do you think it's appropriate to live with a girl?"

The designers of this house made just one parlour and kitchen so its occupants have to share. The moment I walk into the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks. "Hey," the guy I've been crushing on says. "Swim team, right? From the party." He tilts his head. "You're the new roommate?" I can't speak. I genuinely cannot make a word out, because my brain is doing the math and the math is insane: the guy I made a deal to win lives across the hall from the boy I made the deal with. And from the doorway behind me, where he's just come down the stairs and stopped, I feel more than seeing Aurel go still.

“Vancouver has stronger placements in the area I’m interested in.” “Less good.” “Housing there is ridiculous.” “I could have told you that.” “My current credits transfer cleanly.” I looked at him. “All of them?” “Almost.” “That matters.” “I know.” He scrolled. At the bottom was another heading. Personal. I stopped him. “What’s that?” His hand froze on the trackpad. “Nothing.” “Ethan.” He sighed. Then scrolled. Under Personal were four lines. Family. Friends. Routine. Maya. I stared at my name.

My head is pounding so hard Metallica might as well be playing in my room. I hear movement in the living room. Josh, my roommate, must be up. I have lived in this apartment, with Josh, since I got out of the military. We have been best friends since we were in diapers though. Josh is an accountant in the city. I know he could afford a place of his own, however I know he doesn’t want to leave me alone with myself and my thoughts. Secretly, I am glad he is here, if for nothing more than he is a good cook.

"You are not staying here alone." "I am not alone, you are literally my roommate—" "I mean you are not staying in this room," she said. "Come to mine. Bring what you need. We will figure out the rest in the morning." I looked at the table by the door. At the place where the note had been sitting when we came in. "You already have a roommate," I said. "Alice," she said. "Yes." "Your room is not large enough for three people." "It will be for a few nights."

You live with your five friends, in the college apartment. Where you enjoy each other's company. Plus all five, like you secretly. Jeke is very romantic and stubborn with you. Lucas is playful and in love with you. Nicolas is serious and possessive of you. Henri is obsessed and jealous and Levi is shy and affectionate. 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.

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.

She dropped her arms around my shoulder and said, “Best friends.” “Aw. You guys are so lucky. I just got in the next room,” Karen points with her right hand, “but I haven’t met my roommate yet. We spoke online though and she seemed cool but you never know. Anyways, I’m just glad we got the double rooms and not the triple occupancy rooms. One roommate I can deal with, two I’m not so sure.” Karen was the person who was banging a hammer into her wall. Way to go girl. Disturbing my peace and now disrupting our meeting.

“Right. Keep telling yourself that, princess.” “What do you want?” “I guess he told you. We’re going to be roommates.” “I wouldn’t put it that way.” “So how would you put it?” “We’ll be sharing a condo. Separate rooms.” “If you shared a two-bedroom place with anybody else, wouldn’t you call them your roommate?”

It's not that I wasn't talking to other people to completely isolate myself… maybe I was also just used to have Toma with me. We actually see each other since we share the same room at the dorm, but we both made great effort to keep things in minimal, like our talks and other stuff. Also, I noticed that Toma found something for himself to be indulged in, so every seven at night he would go out and do whatever he got himself into. "Hey, I'll be late again tonight. So don't lock the door on me." He often tells me that whenever he's going out. "Just get the spare keys in the drawer." I told him while reading a book for my socialist class.