All Chapters of Dorm Room Secrets : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The room was a furnace of moans, tangled limbs, and need.Liv’s back arched against Ryan’s chest as he kissed her neck from behind, one hand cupping her breast while the other disappeared between her legs. Her head rolled back, a long moan escaping her lips.Across the room, I ground against Jace with aching desperation, both of us still barely dressed but slick with sweat and want.“God, you taste like a dare,” Jace growled, teeth grazing my shoulder as his hands gripped my waist tighter, rocking me against his length.“You talk too much,” I panted, then kissed him hard, biting his lip as payback.He groaned. “And you love it.”I did. Too much.But I didn’t have time to think about that.Because Liv’s moan turned sharp. Loud. Raw.I turned to look, breath catching.Ryan had her pinned to the bed, his hands on her thighs as he kissed down her stomach, Liv gasping and writhing beneath him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her breath stuttering with every pass of his mouth.She looked a

The sun filtered through the dorm blinds, slicing across the room in golden streaks. It should’ve been peaceful a slow Sunday morning after a long night of moaning, teasing, and skin on skin.But peace didn’t last long in Dorm 309.I stretched lazily, tangled between Ryan and Liv, Jace’s arm slung possessively over my waist. Our legs overlapped, sheets kicked to the floor, skin still warm from the hours we spent forgetting Sierra ever existed.“Mmm,” Liv purred, pressing a sleepy kiss to my bare shoulder. “Best sleepover ever.”Ryan chuckled. “We should host more often.”“Only if no crazy exes crash next time,” Jace added, rubbing sleep from his eyes.I laughed and rolled onto my back, breasts bare, hair a wild mess of curls and heat. “So what’s on the agenda today? Round two? Or actual food?”“Round two while eating,” Jace offered, grinning.Liv climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. “We could start with dessert…”Her lips brushed mine, teasing and slow, tongue slipping between th

The door slammed shut behind the girl who dropped the bomb.The Reaper.An anonymous account. A voyeur. A digital stalker.And now, apparently… a campus celebrity.I sat motionless in the middle of the bed, hair tousled, lips swollen, legs still trembling from half finished pleasure. My brain buzzed like static. “Did she say… people rated us?”Liv’s eyes were wide as saucers. “Like a live streamed sex dungeon, except we didn’t sign up for it.”Jace was already halfway into a pair of sweatpants, pacing like a lion. “Who the fuck does that? Who the fuck even is that?”Ryan’s jaw was clenched. “We need to find this Reaper account.”My phone dinged. And then again.And again.I grabbed it. Notifications were flooding in.Anonymous:“You looked so hot with Liv. ”Unknown:“Where can I subscribe?”Another:“Tell Ryan to go deeper next time ”My blood ran cold.“They’re texting me.” My voice cracked. “How did they get my number?!”Liv’s phone buzzed next. So did Ryan’s. Even Jace’s.We were

Three weeks later…The city had changed.Or maybe it was Lola who had changed, forced to see through cracks in the ordinary world where shadows slithered, where creatures walked in human skin, and where the word safe had lost all meaning.Three weeks of chasing whispers, three weeks of sleepless nights, three weeks of Rafael keeping her alive when every other hour something tried to end her.She should have been used to it by now the sound of glass shattering in the middle of the night, the sudden chill when a Shade slipped too close, the adrenaline spike when Rafael’s blade lit with its eerie silver glow. But routine never dulled the danger. If anything, the more she learned, the sharper the edges of reality cut against her.The Hunters’ hideout, once just an abandoned library on the edge of town, had become her home. A place of maps, old grimoires, weapons sprawled across dusty tables, and endless arguments about strategy. But in the quiet corners between candlelight and the faint s

Weeks had passed since the violent night that nearly shattered the fragile calm within the pack’s walls. The scars of the battle still lingered on the grounds, on the warriors’ flesh, and most painfully, in the silent grief of those who had lost loved ones.Yet, time was merciless. It demanded that wounds heal, whether hearts were ready or not.Elena had buried herself in duties, clinging to every task that kept her hands busy and her mind distracted. She helped in the infirmary, carried supplies to the warriors, and even sat with grieving pack members to comfort them. On the surface, she looked strong, collected. But late at night, when silence pressed too heavy, she found herself staring at the ceiling of her chamber, fighting memories that replayed in her head like daggers she could not pull out.Her connection with Damian had grown, though it was still tangled in shadows of unspoken truths. He protected her fiercely, trained her relentlessly, and though he kept his distance in wor