Ateez Dorm Novels & Stories

The dorm room was dark, save for the cheap lamp on Ezra's desk. The radiator hummed softly, echoing through the silence of the night. Ezra laid on his bed, curled up beneath his thick blanket, phone in hand, staring at the chatbox on his screen. _Ken_D☆ll: “So, how about we meet tomorrow at Punt Park? Sounds good?”

All Marsha knew—and wanted—was the embrace of a different kind of lover: the blackness of sleep; the comforting security of dreams. * * * By the time the anomaly in Mr Eley’s blood had been found, it was too late. It had already struck the teenagers at Middletown College of Technology and Arts, with waves of absences reported in classes. And those who did show up couldn’t keep their eyes open, some slumping across desks and having to be shaken before they’d wake up and pay attention. Senior lecturers suspected that there might have been yet another all-night rave over the weekend, but for so many of the students to be affected was unheard of. And they could get no sense out of those th

Captain Zimmer held a flashlight as he took photos as evidence in the dark, messy room. I gritted my teeth as I watched. I felt chills all over my body. There were three photos on the wall, along with some scrap paper. Those photos were of the three dormmates, and there were red “X” marks on them. The scrap papers detailed their daily habits and where they usually went. Underneath the photos was a table, and on it were sedatives, wire ropes, and a knife.

Aeon smirked, feeling pleased of himself as he leans back and spread his arms, as though it were his bed. “As if,” I threw a pillow at him, muttering, “Perhaps, it is one of my greatest desire though I have included there on my list that if I want to be alone, I should be left alone,” I whispered to myself, giving him a menacing look. “I can hear you, you know, as though you’re just whispering in my ear,” Aeon sits up, fixing me a serious gaze, “ I know it’s wrong that I have chosen to invade your solitary peace, but this is of essential.” He waves at the paper on my hands and they shuffled, arranging themselves, “The core things I wanted to introduce to you mostly involved the Dailies. I ca

She promised to secretly take photos of me and share them online. Just today, her latest video included a photo of me waking up at 7:00 am to put makeup on. Her caption said, "My love-addled dormmate must be desperate for love. Look at her waking up early just to doll herself up for her boyfriend because she's scared to lose his affection. "She's not at all like the rest of us who don't bother making ourselves look good for a guy. We are able to carry ourselves with grace and embrace our natural beauty."

-And you won't go out at night. -No, mother, I promise I'll take care of myself. -It's okay... -I'll be fine, really, nothing bad will happen to me. -I don't know why I keep feeling this way, but I'm going to trust that you'll be fine. -I don't understand why you're so afraid if nothing ever happened to me. -No, but you're of age now and you haven't had sex, that's something the gods like. -Mom, calm down, we've never seen one. -It's true, I'm calming down.

All they talked about was sex, and it wasn't uncommon to find these women adorned with ear or tongue piercings. Some of them didn't even bother with bras, often padding around with their breasts swaying freely under their shirts. To avoid extra heads popping out of the blue on the premises, the plant manager, Reuben Smith, hired women exclusively. He also appointed me as the dorm warden to keep an eye on these young, minimally educated women. I did my rounds at the dorm at 9:00 pm as usual. Reuben had made it clear that the work at the plant was important and heavy. It was my job to ensure the workers didn't fool around at night and slept according to curfew.