Roommates Stories

★★★ BOOK 2 IS OUT NOW!! You can read it from my community post or my profile!! Hope you guys will give it a read!! Thank You in advance★★★ She ran from a forced marriage and hid among killers. Disguised as a boy, Omega Selene Valeska sneaks into the Ironfang Alpha Academy, the last place anyone would look for her. But when one reckless show of strength lands her in the elite dorm, she finds herself rooming with the most dangerous Alpha-in-training. Cold. Merciless. Impossibly tempting. And the worst part? He's her mate. As brutal trials close in and her wolf fights the bond she can't claim, Selene must protect her secret-and her heart. Because if he discovers what she is, she won't just lose her freedom. She'll lose him.

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.

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)

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.

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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]]

After two years with the England squad, Eloise Davids thought nothing about camp could surprise her anymore. Not the pressure. Not the shared rooms. But sharing one with Hannah Hampton changes more than she expects. While Hannah's feelings quietly deepen, Eloise's past begins to catch up with her - closer, louder, and harder to ignore. Will they find each other through it all, or will the past tear apart everything they're trying to build? (in "information" you learn everything you need to know about Eloise)

Leon is receiving weird letters and wondering who these are from? his new roommate, Pavel, has no idea what is he talking about or who these might be from. Is Leon going to be okay? Are these letters meant to be for him? Is the person sending them dangerous?

They were supposed to be just roommates. Nothing else. But things escalated and they found themselves tangled in something more. Something deeper.

Eleanor Mars thought college would be simple-classes, friends, and a quiet life. She was wrong. Because her roommate is Theo: 6'3 of tattoos, attitude, and problems she never asked for. And then there's Felix Hayes-the perfect one. Calm. Smart. Everything she's always liked. Chaos or calm. Trouble or peace. Theo or Felix. Either way... someone's going to ruin her idea of "perfect."

They're roommates getting to know each other and becoming fast friends . . . Part of me always thought I'd die young, like I'd probably never grow up. I don't think I ever really wanted to die, it just kind of felt inevitable or maybe even necessary. I'm twenty years old now. I remember a time when I couldn't picture myself making it to eighteen and I turned twenty a few months ago. I'm still young, but somehow it makes it easier to picture myself as older. Especially now that I've moved out of my mom's place and everything feels real now. I think I'll miss living with her and my brothers, but this is kind of amazing. I'm not on my own, I leased this place with someone else - granted I don't know much about the guy, Trent, I think his name was. I found his post online looking for a roommate and I took the opportunity eagerly. It's nice enough. Fairly open layout, kitchen in the front, living room in the back and two bedrooms off to the left with a bathroom to the right. Pet friendly, too. This couldn't have been better. Setting up my two snakes was the first thing I did, now I'm just unpacking all my crap. Nearly jumping out of my skin when someone knocks on my doorframe. "Jesus, didn't mean to scare you." It was just Trent. "No, you're fine. I'm not difficult to scare. What's up?" "Just wondering if you want dinner, I'm ordering a bunch of food right now." Dinner? What time is it right now? Good god. "Shit, yeah that sounds good. I could go for some burritos or pizza right now." "Cool." He does something on his phone before pocketing it and stepping into my room, looking around. "Whatcha doin?"

He asked, eyeing her suspiciously, "What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're stalking me?" She retorted sharply, "Stalking? *You*? Have you even looked at yourself in the mirror? If I had that much interest in you, I wouldn't have divorced you on our wedding night!" Clenching his jaw, he demanded, "Then what exactly are you doing here in *my* flat?" She looked shocked and exclaimed, "What did you just say? *Your* flat? This is *my* flat-and I've already paid the advance!" Pointing a finger toward the door, she added, "That's the door right there; you can let yourself out." Amused and astonished, he laughed. "Unbelievable! Just wait-I'm going to speak to the owner right now." Snapping his fingers, he declared, "In just ten minutes, you'll be out of my flat. Do you understand that ?"

Reagan Belrose has been dreaming about the same man. Vividly. In her dreams, he knows her, teases her, calls her wife with an ease that feels less fictional and more... remembered. She tells herself it's harmless, just an overactive imagination stitched together from late nights, rom-com addiction and romantic novels. Until she walks straight into him on campus. That same face. ....those same eyes and an infuriatingly steady presence. Except this version doesn't look at her like he knows her or soften at the edges when she speaks. If anything, he looks mildly annoyed she exists. The resemblance ends at appearance. His charm is replaced with cool detachment. His warmth with cutting restraint. And whatever dream-version tenderness she'd grown embarrassingly used to? Completely absent. But then they keep running into each other, and every encounter sharpens the tension.... irritation laced with something dangerously familiar. Because the more she watches him, the more certain she becomes of one thing: He moves like the man in her dreams. And sometimes, just sometimes... he looks at her like he's trying not to recognise something too. Is it a coincidence? Psychological projection? Or a trick of an exhausted mind?

You were obsessed with your roommate that you ended up stalking him putting cameras in his room his backpack etc but what you didn't know was that he already knew you were stalking him and was also stalking you back

​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

"It is my mother's surname. She was Italian," she added "Italian" he muttered. "You're the only one today who hasn't looked at me with fear or adoration. You look at me as if I am a task to be completed." "You are," she said bluntly. He was certain the "Glacier"-as he had mentally dubbed Katha Albani-would be no different. She was cold and blunt, yes, but in his experience, that was often a cover for a lack of true discipline. He entered his office, sat behind his desk, and began reviewing the morning's global market fluctuations. He didn't look at the clock, but his internal rhythm was ticking. 6:58 AM. Silence in the hallway. 6:59 AM. Still nothing. He reached for a file, inwardly preparing the speech to dismiss her. He had no room for someone who couldn't respect the sanctity of time. 7:00:00 AM. At the exact second the digital clock on his desk flipped, there was a single, firm knock on the door. It wasn't the frantic tapping of someone who had just sprinted from the elevator. It was steady. "Come in," he said, his voice flat. The door opened, and Katha Albani stepped inside. She looked exactly as she had the day before-not a single hair out of place, her face a perfect, unreadable mask of ivory. She wasn't out of breath. She wasn't holding a coffee cup. She carried only a sleek digital tablet and a professional notebook. "Good morning, Sir," she said. Her voice was the same monotone, clinical sound that felt like a splash of cold water. "It is 7:00 AM. Your schedule for the day is uploaded, and the briefing for the 8:30 meeting is ready for your review." The man leaned back, his obsidian eyes narrowing as he studied her. He looked for a flush in her cheeks or a slight tremor in her hands-any sign that she had rushed. There was none. She stood there like a statue, waiting for his first command. "You're on time," he remarked, his voice a low rumble. "I am never late," she replied bluntly.

─── ⋆⋅✦⋅⋆ ─── Zaire is 6'5, an up-and-coming basketball star with a future everyone seems to have planned for him. When his housing plans fall apart, he ends up sharing an apartment with Arin- a quiet, soft-spoken art major who lives like he's trying to build a home out of small rituals. Arin arrives at college determined to make a life for himself. New city, new walls, new peace. But peace doesn't last long-not when Zaire walks in, loud and disciplined and nothing like the life Arin expected. And yet... somehow, he becomes the one steady thing in it. What begins as a forced arrangement becomes routine. Routine becomes comfort. Comfort becomes something neither of them have words for. And love-for both of them-feels closer than they're ready to admit. ─── ⋆⋅✦⋅⋆ ─── Proximity ── .✦

Y/N, Raim, Eunhyeok, and Dohwa have been family friends for years, growing up together. In their junior year, their parents announce they would be living together under one house. Everything starts to shift, and Y/N finds herself caught between Eunhyeok, her long-time best friend, and Dohwa, who's slowly becoming more than just a distant presence. All My Love is a story of love, friendship, and they are tested by the feelings they never saw coming! (Title inspired by Seventeen's "All My Love")

Jay and Nya start college at the same time. And while all roommates must be the same gender in the dorm they will share, stuff goes south this year. Too many students have chosen this specific college and now some roommates will be mixed with their opposite gender. Nya is a volleyball player. A good one, the best on their team. And Jay plays basketball. And despite the fact that he wants to hate her - her personality is too good for him to deny. Nya has met many boys. But none of them with a heart like Jay. Written by NinjagoXMD_Lover and her very dear best friend. I do not own Ninjago or its characters. Just the plot of this book :) This story has time skips between ALMOST all chapters so that you guys can read the interesting parts of their life in college and skip the boring, normal days :) Number 2 in #Jaya: January 5 2026 Number 2 in #Ninjagoships: March 23 2026

They were never supposed to work. Olandria doesn't do messy. Nic doesn't do rules. But when you're forced to share a space, lines blur... boundaries shift... and tension turns into something neither of them planned for. And the worst part? They might not want it to stop.