Roommates Stories

The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

Christina. I swear I hate him. Ethan Carter with his stupid dimples and neat black hair, always sitting in the front row like the professor personally adopted him. He writes everything down, color-codes it, breathes it. Meanwhile, I'm in the back, half-awake, half-bored, living for the chaos of anything but lectures. And yet he watches me. Not in the judgmental way everyone else does. Not like I'm a disaster waiting to happen. His brown eyes are steady, calculating, almost amused. Like he knows something I don't. We got paired for the semester. Same goddamn dorm room. Of course we did. The universe loves tormenting me. But he didn't flinch. He just smiled slightly, dimples showing, like he was the one entertained. He thinks he can fix me. That's cute. What he doesn't know is I don't want fixing. Still... when he leans over my desk, lowering his voice so only I can hear, telling me exactly what I'm going to do and when, something tight coils in my stomach. I hate that I listen. I hate that I want to. Ethan. Christina Emerson is chaos in human form. Dirty blonde hair never brushed the same way twice. Gray eyes that challenge everything. She pretends not to care about anything, especially not me. But she notices me. She notices when I don't look at her. She notices when I do. Everyone thinks I'm boring. The quiet nerd. The safe one. They don't see the way I study people the same way I study books. Christina is reckless, but she's not stupid. She just runs from effort the way others run from fear. And she runs from me. I don't try to change her. I just corner her with expectations. Deadlines. Eye contact that lasts a second too long. She rolls her eyes, calls me names under her breath. Yet she shows up. Late, dramatic-but she shows up. Her breath stuttered. She does hate me. She just hates that I see through her. And I'm patient. Very patient.

Abe Barrett is surrounded by ghosts - some of them are even his roommates! But now Abe's visions show something dark coming, and it wants Abe dead. ***** When Abe Barrett's family died, he started seeing ghosts. Soon he was living with three of them, and it turns out ghosts are just as eccentric as people. Abe is bothered by the ghosts constantly since he doesn't want to solve their murders, avenge them or do much of anything. He just wants to do his job and relax. His dreams, however, have been getting darker as people in town start to disappear. Soon Abe realizes there is something hunting him, and that same threat was involved with his family's deaths. A legacy of darkness is chasing Abe Barrett, and his supernatural roommates may not be enough to save him. [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]]

It involves around the lives of Vijay and Kaveri. IT'S NOT AN AGREEMENT MARRIAGE kind of story. Kindly please don't mistake the word 'PACT' Phase 1 - The Roommates Phase 2 - The Marriage Pact Phase 3 - life after marriage It's a Vika's fanfiction. Give your support for this story.

Completed Flatmates to Friends. Friends to Lovers. A slowburn love story between a tech nerd Avni and an actor Rohit who is more than 5 years younger than her. Set in ten years of time span. Cute romance. No love triangles. Found family tropes. Nice and kind charecters. South Mumbai Vibes. Avni Pathak is a tech entrepreneur who rebuilt her life and her identity from the ashes. Fiercely private and deeply introverted, she clings to her peace and quiet like a lifeline. Her awkward, deadpan charm has a way of endearing and occasionally exasperating everyone around her. She's all heart and quiet resilience, wrapped in the unassuming shell of a soft-spoken coder who just wants to be left alone (unless you're her laptop or her one plant). Rohit Avasthi is an aspiring actor with big dreams and an even bigger heart. Loud, expressive, and full of mischief, he brings joy and spontaneity wherever he goes. He's chaos in motion, wrapped in a genetically-blessed face, and somehow manages to be both a walking distraction and the safest person in the room. Avni and Rohit are flatmates, figuring out life, love, ambition, and what it means to be truly happy. Avni is the quiet anchor, steady and grounded, holding him when he soars too high too fast. Rohit is the sunshine, bright and unrelenting, warming her gently when she begins to stumble. Together, they balance each other-soft chaos meeting quiet strength-as they become friends.

Hannah Stewart has always been the quiet keeper of her own heart, loving from long distance. At twenty-four, she leaves behind everything familiar to start over in Germany-accepting a teaching job, reconnecting with her roots, and finally closing the chapter on the feelings she's carried for years for her childhood best friend, Bastian. But nothing goes as planned. When a sudden housing shortage leaves Hannah with nowhere to stay, she finds herself moving into Bastian's home-and her unrequited feelings are getting more difficult to hide. Now a rising professional soccer star at just twenty-five, Bastian is living fast, surrounded by attention, success, and casual relationships that make it painfully clear he hasn't been waiting for her the way she once hoped. Yet beneath the fame and distractions, the boy Hannah grew up with is still there-the one who knows her better than anyone else, who makes her laugh, who feels like home. Though distance is no longer a factor, will they find their way into each other's hearts and share the words that have never been said?

"Who the hell carries candy in their pockets everyday?" "I do." I scoff, snatching the starbursts out of his hands. "Alright, whatever." Noah chuckles. "We got to hurry. Ready, Sugar?" "Don't call me that."

kim taehyung is nice to everyone. everyone except me. xxx When overachiever, workaholic Winona Campbell's apartment gets flooded and she can't find an apartment or roommate on her own, she takes up the offer to stay with an unknown mutual friend. And it total Winona-luck, it's Kim Taehyung, a guy she had had a thing with, and had ghosted on his birthday. Kim taehyung x female reader BOOK ONE OF THE COMEBACK SERIES INSTALLATION IN THE CAMPBELL'S SERIES

The cradle was empty. A week later, the house was empty. Now, it has been a year, and still, there is silence. Somewhere far away, a lie was whispered to the empty walls. Problem is, sometimes, the walls talk. ---------------- Lia Carson has nearly perfected the art of staying invisible. She has learned to find joy in watching the world from the shadows - until her new roommate happens to be someone who notices everything. Between them, they make a rather curious pair that borders on dysfunctional. But somewhere in their periphery, a silence that was deeply buried is starting to speak up. And what it's saying is that someone went to great lengths to make sure that no one would listen. -----------------

Gina Moving into that tiny apartment felt like cutting the last golden thread tying me to my family. No guards. No rules. Just me... and him. Xavier Patrova. I noticed him immediately-the tattoos crawling down his arms, the way his presence filled the room like something heavy and unmovable. He barely looked at me when I walked in, just muttered a low "don't touch my stuff" before disappearing into his room. I talk when I'm nervous. So I talked. About the apartment, the weather, the stupid elevator that smelled weird. He ignored every word. God, I hated him. He was rude, cold, impossible to read. And worst of all-he made me feel small in a way my family never did. Not protected. Just... insignificant. But then I saw it. By accident, really. That's when everything shifted. Xavier wasn't just some rude, cold stranger. He was drowning. And suddenly... I couldn't hate him anymore. - Xavier She talks too much. That was my first thought when Gina Cameron walked into the apartment like she owned the air itself. Bright voice. Bright eyes. Too bright. People like her don't belong in places like this. I kept my distance. I had to. Because if she looked too close, she'd see it. The mess. The truth. The fact that I'm barely holding anything together. But she doesn't stop. She smiles. She asks questions. She fills the silence I've spent years building. And I hate it. ...until the day she finds out. I didn't mean for her to hear. Didn't mean for her to see the bills, the medicine, the photo of my mother slowly slipping away while I can't afford to save her. When I turned and saw her standing there, I expected judgment. Disgust. Pity. Instead, she just looked at me like... I mattered. Like I wasn't something broken. That scared me more than anything. Because Gina Cameron is everything I should stay away from. But the way she looked at me that day- It changed everything.

​Nam Min Joon is self-centered, demanding, and currently... homeless. After a disastrous mix of bad press and tax evasion rumors sends Nam Corp's stock into a tailspin, Min Joon is left penniless. ​Enter Bo Young, the assistant who knows his coffee order, his schedule, and now, his lack of a backup plan. Out of pity, she offers him a place to stay for seven days. But as "one week" stretches on, the corporate boundaries begin to blur. Bo Young is determined to restore Min Joon to his former glory just so she can finally have her apartment back and get some sleepㅡbut the more time they spend in close quarters, the more she realizes she might not want him to leave. #onc2026 prompt 48

​Mireille Jett died in that car accident. The girl who crawled out of the wreckage is a ghost-scarred, silent, and hiding from a father who looks at her like a broken lamp he can't fix. Moving to the city wasn't a "new beginning." It was a vanishing act. She didn't come here to live; she came here to be invisible. ​Knox Ambrose is a vault with a dead woman's name on the lock. At twenty-four, he's fueled by expensive whiskey and a vow he refuses to break: No one replaces her. He doesn't want a roommate. He definitely doesn't want one with haunted eyes and a defiant streak that makes his blood boil. ​The apartment is six hundred square feet of cold war. Neither will leave. Neither will blink. ​Mireille is a walking reminder of the grief Knox is trying to drown. Knox is the only man alive who doesn't treat Mireille like she's made of glass-he treats her like an intruder. ​In a battle of wills where the first one to feel anything loses, they're about to learn that when two broken things collide, they don't just mend. They shatter.

If love was a heartbeat, would yours still beat the same for me-after all the pain? Maria Lucianna "Luci" Sanchez grew up believing that love was for the lucky ones. Poor, quiet, and fragile, she carried a heart that was too kind for a world that often broke it-and a heart condition that reminded her she couldn't love recklessly. Still, she found comfort in one person: Harvin Alistair Ford. Harvin-half Chinese, and half Filipino-was born into luxury but never flaunted it. Studying in the Philippines taught him simplicity, humility, and the rare kind of love that Luci gave so freely. What started as friendship bloomed into something deeper: late-night talks, shared laughter, and the quiet promises of "forever." But forever wasn't promised. When insecurities, distance, and unspoken fears crept in, their love began to fade like the last note of a sad song. Now, as ex-lovers bound by memories, one question lingers in the silence- Can love still live in a heart that's already breaking?

Haikaveh/Kavehtam fanfic, if you don't like, don't interact. This is my first ever genshin fanfiction, and english isn't my first language. My writing might not be creative, but hopefully, you can at least enjoy the story a little. Honestly, if I wrote this on my mother language, it wouldn't be much better either.

All it took for (Y/N)'s life to be forever changed was just a simple agreement to innocently sounding 'contract' with Makima Horsemen to become her roommate. Young man thought that he finally found a place that could be called his home. He never expected to get into a survival game that repeated eachday after meeting with Makima's sisters, and it was just a beggining of his 'Daily life with Horsemen sisters'. Chainsaw Man is owned by Tatsuki Fujimoto. Story and entire fanfic scenario owned by Veriase. (Y/N)'s life is owned by Makima. Eternal glory to Yoru. Fami: I'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda. ???: Salutations! Do you have a spare moment to talk about Salvation of your soul (Y/N)?

He's the campus bad boy with a reputation as golden as his basketball skills. She's the spirited cheerleader with a hidden edge. When Alexis Miller and Luke Chambers are thrown together as college roommates, sparks are inevitable. But between Luke's infuriating charm and Alexis's quick wit, their dorm room becomes a battleground of playful insults and undeniable attraction. Will they learn to coexist, or will their clashing personalities lead to a collision of hearts?

ئیون جی ئەو کچەی کە ژیانی ماڵەوەی دۆزەخێک بوو و دڵخۆشە بەوەی زانکۆکەی لە شارێکی ترە و لە دایکی دور دەکەوێتەوە ، بەڵام هەرگیز بیری نەکردبۆوە کە ئەو دەچێتە شارێکی زۆر گەورەتر لەوەی خۆی و ئەگەری ئەوە زۆرە کە شوێن لە بەشە ناوخۆیەکە نەمێنێ و ناچار بێت کە خانوو بە کرێ بگرێت، بەڵام..... بیرۆکە: نوسەر دەستپێک: 10/10/2025 کۆتایی: کارەکتەری ناسراو : جیۆن جونگکووک کارەکتەری خەیاڵی: لی ئیون جی

In a whirlwind of friendship and unspoken feelings, Hayden and Ophelia navigate the challenges of college life. Known for their deep connection, they soon find themselves questioning the lines between friendship and romance. As they share secrets over late-night talks and support each other through ups and downs, the chemistry between them becomes impossible to ignore. Will they take a leap of faith and embrace their feelings, or will fear of him being her twin's best friend hold them back? - Roommates to lovers + Brother's Best Friend

#1 in roommates tag 03|12|2018 #2 in new adult tag 12|12|2018 #3 in drama tag 23|06|2019 *Originally titled 'The Art of the Bartender's Heart'* "Can I help you?" I snapped, arching a brow. The man in front of me gave me a lopsided smirk, "Feisty. I like that." I rolled my eyes, sipped my drink and narrowed my eyes at the bartender, "Shouldn't you be doing your job?" "There's other things I could be doing," he responded with a wink. He started pouring another drink, "Got a name?" "Audrey." The man gave me a wicked grin, "I'm Nathan." A/N: This is a mature New Adult romance!

I Encountered Hui-Jeong - by EriaH Hui had never planned to live with anyone again. After years of learning how to control his life-his space, his routines, his boundaries-sharing an apartment with a stranger was the last thing he wanted. But one reckless night and a drunken promise later, he wakes up to a quiet man sitting in his kitchen... and a new roommate he barely remembers inviting. Jeo is calm where Hui is rigid. Observant where Hui struggles to read the people around him. He follows rules easily-except the ones that matter most to himself. At first they are simply two strangers sharing a kitchen. One cooks too intensely. One eat too slowly. One leaves messes everywhere. One quietly cleans them up. But as days turn into weeks, small conversations grow into something deeper. Through cooking, late-night thoughts, and the quiet routines of everyday life, Hui begins to question the way he sees the world-and himself. © 2026 EriaH. All rights reserved.