Anime Dorms Novels & Stories

They walked past a few barracks and eventually came to barracks J. “Here we are! Barracks J, your room is number four, bunk four. I don’t think you have any roommates at the moment, so the room and shower should be all yours.” Zane pondered this in excitement, wondering how it would feel to sleep in a bed again. Daniels handed him a key, this was most likely the key to the door of the dorm. It looked like a house key but had the number four engraved on it, he looked at it very excitedly. He couldn’t wait for a shower and a chance to clean his clothes. He looked at the dorm; it was a three story building.

One sweeping look told Z how much it extended to, literally, nothingness. Squinting, Z saw the rows of trees, as huge as two giants combined; it’s the school’s forest, a place forbidden for anyone who was still unready of holding death’s hand. Once they were at the center-part, or at least that’s what she thought, Z wheeled around. Her eyes landed at their dorm, and her jaw dropped. It looked so much like silver armor, with a sling at the back, and a crisscrossing sword. Surrounding this armor-like room, which Z still doubt to be their Quarter, were a dimensional mirror and a statue of two palms cupped together.

The dormitory looks so beautiful with a garden gate, and the house looks so much like a fairy tale house with a Redstone brick wall and wooden window frame. "Oh my god! I feel like we are living in a fantasy." Risa jumps happily. This dormitory is for a female student in the Fine Art department only. It's a bit far from other's dormitory with a different course. Next to the female dormitory, there's a building for the male dormitory. The building is a bit modern and high, with three floors. There's an open swimming pool for female and male students behind the dorm to use and relax during their weekends and holiday.

It was a little bit larger than my room. The dorm. Unexpectedly, the company found out about my move and notified me about the company dorms. It was built separately from the building but not too far away. After unpacking, someone knocked on my door. I hesitated. The room felt cold. Maybe because I only took my equipment, a futon and a suitcase of clothes. I opened the door slightly to see Kenichi-san. "Sup?" "Ken-san don't you have a performance-

The teacher stammered something, turned on his heel, and left. And just like that, they were alone again. Elsewhere in the campus, the air held a different charge. In Dorm 1E, Adonis’ crew was gathered in their common room. No chaos here. No games. Just a simmering intensity. Adonis lounged on a leather couch, legs spread comfortably, one arm slung across the backrest. The glint in his eye wasn’t casual. It was calculating. Dangerous. “They think they run this place,” he said quietly.

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.”

Instead, she took in the two closest buildings which were only half the size of the manor at her back. “We have the two ‘dormitories’ for the young unmated wolves. One for the girls and one for the boys,” he gestured to each one individually. She glanced curiously at the boy’s dormitory which was currently being fitted with a new door. At her questioning gaze, Aiden felt his blood rush to his cheeks. He couldn’t very well explain to her that he’d ripped the door off its hinges the night she’d been taken, now could he? “We then have the school for the younger pups,” he gestured to a third building off to the side, where they watched as children of varying ages slipped in and out.

Another photo depicted his mother with him. I surveyed his room and noticed an interesting detail: it looked more like a boy's room than I expected from someone like Trace. I spotted posters of anime series like One Piece and Naruto, suggesting that Trace had an affinity for anime at some point. There were other posters, possibly his favorite bands: Thirty Seconds of Mars, Simple Plan, Linkin Park, and Imagine Dragons. In one corner of the room, I noticed a stuffed toy of Doraemon, which made me smile. Because of that, childhood memories made me miss home.

“All I ask is, how are you? Is there nothing you want to tell me about? That's it.” Alan smiled. “Well, of course, as you can see for yourself. I’m fine.” Although it is clear in Carol and Anthony's eyes Alan's condition is not okay, therefore they are anxious like this. Alan's attitude lately has been like a half-sane person, if Anthony describes it roughly. Insisted he wanted to hear more, more, a lot about it. “What about the dorm? Why don't you let me go there too?” Alan felt tired of facing Anthony’s question until a long sigh came out. “Because the dormitory is not a house where you can invite friends to come play. Hostels have rules too.”

Does not exist. I casually hissed as I tossed my phone on my bed. I grabbed my school bag and phone before heading to Atinuke's room. I pushed the door open and revealed a small smile as I greeted Atinuke's roommates. Atinuke was the only fresher in her room. Two of her roommates were four hundred level students while other two were in two hundred level, the last girl rarely stayed in the room, so they barely knew her. I plopped on Atinuke's bed and crossed my leg in Buddha style.