Novel & Cerita Anime Dorms

“Liu Feng and Zen share the same room, so Damian is taking up Zen’s room as his workshop. The guild room is my bedroom that is sometimes repurposed. I sometimes share a room with the girls in the party, so we have one more spare room. It belonged to Two Shots, but you can use it. This is the authorisation code. Don’t share it with anyone else. Move all your belongings over by today. It’s not safe in Class E dormitories because our enemies live there after falling through event rankings the last time. The corridor here should be safe, but never travel out alone.” Entering a Class A dormitory was like a whole new world. While everyone else explored and marvelled at the luxuries, Akiko pulled t

SAMANTHA’S POV The days after the final board review stretched into a strange new normal that still felt fragile, like glass that could shatter if we breathed too hard. I woke up most mornings in Wesley’s bed now, the sheets tangled around us, his arm heavy across my waist as if even in sleep he was afraid I might slip away again. The flat smelled like coffee and the faint trace of his soap mixed with the lingering scent of last night’s passion. My body was a map of him; faint bruises on my hips from his grip, love bites hidden under my hoodie, the pleasant ache between my legs that reminded me how many times he had taken me.

She slammed the door behind us and leaned against it. Well, an angel to anyone she isn’t sleeping with. I shook my head and scanned the room. It was larger than most regular dorms. The space was enough for four people, but it was designed to fit two people. To beds, two desks, to large closets. A free space where you could lounge. It’s a fancy school for a reason. Jade was on her bed, tapping away at her laptop while mumbling to herself. She looked up like she could feel my stare, and immediately shut her device. She was out of the bed in seconds.

But the accommodation f*e is about 15,000 dollars per term for two students in a dorm, and 30,000 dollars per term for a single person in a dorm, how the hell am I supposed to afford that? “Alan Rowan!” I suddenly heard my name. “Yes.” I answered on instincts and my feminine voice rang out which drew attention, all gaze were on me, so, I pretended to have a cough. “Uhm… Yes, that’s me.” “Your dorm is in Zenith Hall, Room 270.” The registrar said as he handed me my pass and key, his eyes fell back towards his computer, calling out the next person. I dragged my suitcase under the hot sun, my eyes finally taking in how magnificently huge the school is—and for such a big private school, with eno

This is his house after all. Adom is not sure what he's supposed to do. He doesn't have Alexander number and he feels estranged with the surroundings. This isn't his home; the bedsheets are white not black, the bed is bigger, the walls are bare of photos and there's a collection of Anime figurines in a large glass case. Adom would never be caught dead watching the new Anime. Adom stares down at the black sweatpants and white T-shirt Alexander had let him burrow last night. He hasn't had to be this clothed in the confines of his own house since his parents used to stop by all the time. Adom reminds himself, for the second time that morning, that this isn't his house.

The dorm was nothing like I had imagine, it looked like some kind of hotel suite or a penthouse. Four boys were inside and they all looked like they belonged on the covers of luxury magazines. One sat on the edge of a velvet couch, his finger flipping through a book with silver rimmed glasses perched on his nose. Another one leaned against the blue wall, with arms crossed on his chest and a smirk tugging on his lips. He was tall with bronze skin and curly hair. The third one had sharp cheekbones, and black hair swept to one side neatly, he looked japanese. I turned to the last one when I froze.