Anime Dorms Novels & Stories

I find rules in the third category significantly more interesting than the others. The outer disciple dormitory is a tiered building carved into the mountain's eastern face — twelve floors, forty disciples per floor, small individual rooms with a window, a desk, a bed, and a formation-lamp. My room is on the fourth floor. The window faces the training grounds. I arrive at the room, set down my materials, and sit on the bed. The dormitory is loud at this hour — acceptance day energy, new disciples meeting each other, the social infrastructure of a new cohort being assembled in real time through hallway conversations and competitive posturing. I can hear it through the walls without trying.

They will break through sooner or later. It’s best for her friends to extend their likability at this stage. There were some people in the dorms who wanted to play the Virgin Mary. Yanlong decided to let MeiBing deal with them all. Atop the ten floors, there are corridors filled with zombies, but not as much as there were in the bottom floors. After all, above the girls' dorms were the professor’s family quarters. They are all spacious apartments, with most of them either DINK families or elderly whose kids are spread out in the world. Most of them seem to be doing alright at the moment.

This school has a Zero Tolerance for bullying and other students were expelled for doing it in the past before these measures were put in place. The five of us talked while we had dinner and walked back to our dorms together, when the guys found out I was able to bring my Dire wolf Alma they wanted to meet her, so we went back to our dorm to talk and potty walk her once more before bed. When we walked into our dorm, the guys were shocked as their rooms weren’t as big as ours was. We also found Alma, just lying on the couch, with her legs up in the air, and snoring with a toy still in her mouth.

The next two days were a blur. After I let Lucius know my decision, everything started moving fast. Arriving at my new dorm I looked around in awe. It reminded me of the place I woke up after my drunken mistake with Adrian. So, A Class dorms are essentially apartments. They're big, with the typical kitchen and living room/dining room open plan with two sprite bedroom suites. “God, the elite really are different.” Lucius texted me about this place as soon as I said I'd join. He prepared everything I needed, including all the shifter information that I would need.

“I have some spare underwear upstairs. Follow me.” Ambrose stood up and pulled my hand and the second moment, we were now inside his bedroom. This was utterly my first time inside his bedroom and my eyes were quick to observe the inside of it. Ambrose’s room was surprisingly neat except for the dirty laundry basket that was already overflowing. That one was completely normal for most people. I do have mine at home and to be quite honest, some of them are just left on the floor. I felt like I’m dirty when I thought of that and I felt this tiny pang of envy that Ambrose’s room was this organized. The drawers, some of the figurines were arranged and even his bed was fixed. I was quietly feeling

Unaware of this three girls are sleeping in a room snoring lightly. The whole building is at peace the radio also shut off and the only rooms light also closed as they decide to maintain the silence of night or DEATH. The olive eyes spark with golden flames in pleasure. The whole surrounding seem like to mourn for the death that happen soon. His lip curled in a devilous smirk.

“So this is your humble abode!” “Isn't every dorm room like this? A mini parlour, two bedrooms and a bathroom?” Damon tilts his head slightly. “Well… not every dorm. Mine has a kitchen, a bathtub, just one room with a walk-in closet and the parlour is more spacious.” My jaw nearly drops. “In this very academy?” He nods. “You're a Nepo baby through and through.” He chuckles. “I guess so. Now where's the ointment you talked about on our way here?”

When the semester slows down and they have some time to breathe, he and Dylan find themselves in their dorm together often they find out quickly that they both love anime so every Thursday night they gather on Dylan’s tiny bed with food and new episodes to watch. A respectable distance, of course Andre with his legs thrown over the edge of the bed, leaned back on his arms. while Dylan is all the way against the headboard. knees curled to his chest. A plethora of food and water bottles splayed between them. It's safe and comfortable.

Then, I carried her all the way to the private dorm my brothers and I stay in. Our dorm is different from the ones other people have and it's like an apartment in the military school, which is usually given to high ranked werewolves. Also sometimes, people in power use this opportunity to get a place like this. However, my brothers and I got here with our own hard work and skills.

"This is a gift for my brother. So maybe it's only natural that I bring it myself." Damn that excuse. But he shouldn't notice that I just wanted to see him so I brought it myself. That cunning witch planned this. And I can't do anything because I really want to. "Right." He opened the door. "Come inside." My hands were still shaking when I entered. I just looked around the dorm to somehow get out of my mind that he was with me now. The dorm is quite big for the six of them. On the first floor, there are the computers they use for their practice. Sometimes they do streaming too. Because that's one of the ways for them to make money.