Ateez Dorm Novels & Stories

He didn’t recognize himself anymore. But he wasn’t scared of it. He was hungry. Ezra: I want you. Please. The text was barely sent before a reply came in. Damien: Room 804. No clothes. Door’s unlocked. Kneel on the bed. Head down, ass up. Don’t touch yourself. Don’t speak. Ezra’s cock pulsed against his thigh. He didn’t even think. The dorm was across campus, tucked behind the athletic complex. Room 804 was on the top floor. He walked there with trembling legs, his hoodie zipped all the way up, hiding the fact that he was completely bare underneath.

That was because it was a dangerous place where the gods used to kidnap women. The best known case was that of a young woman named Elizabeth, who was walking through the market and a god on a cloud took her away in front of everyone's eyes. She was never seen again but everyone rumored that she was chosen as the wife of some god. Celeste had grown up without friends and that made her very sad, so we would let her go to town in the company of one of us but never alone. She would get upset because we took care of her as if she were a child but we did everything for her safety.

‘’No savior will come here to save me, so I will be my own savior. DEOS IX-END

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.

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

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."

I shifted slightly, feeling the pleasant throb between my legs where he had fucked me so thoroughly I had lost count of how many times I came. He stirred immediately, his hand sliding down my stomach to cup me possessively. “Can’t sleep?” he murmured, voice husky with sleep and lingering desire. His fingers parted my folds, finding me still wet from him. “Or do you just need me again?” I moaned softly as he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them slowly. “Both,” I admitted, pressing back against his hardening cock. “I keep thinking about tomorrow’s advisor meeting. Dr. Patel wants a full report on my ‘personal conduct.’ My parents emailed her directly again.”

“Their patrols stick to the main paths. I overheard them—they’re digging in for a siege. No assaults until dawn.” The intelligence mattered as much as the plants. I gripped his arm. “Well done, Joren—truly.” My hands, already trembling, began sorting the herbs with practiced speed. “Take the feverfew to Marta: crush two leaves into a paste with a little water and have her swallow it. The comfrey we’ll turn into poultices for the deepest wounds.”

“Eli, listen to me. What system? What are you talking about?” He looked at her then truly looked at her and for a moment his voice softened. “You shouldn’t have come back down here. The dorm isn’t a building anymore. It’s… learning.” The monitors behind them flared to life. Data cascaded across the screens in rapid streams code, files, maps of the dorm’s layout. But one window stood out: Heart Rate Monitoring. Four profiles pulsed in real time Lola, Adam, Nora, Mason and beneath them, a fifth line labeled Eli: Reinitiated.

Andrew agreed. “Do you know what dorm Dante was talking about? I know Dorm A and B are filled to capacity, Dorm C is a women’s dorm, Dorm D is a family dorm, and Dorms E through H aren’t finished. Dorm I is the most complete but still needs some last-minute stuff done.” “Fuck me! Hold on. Can you hand me one of those walkie-talkies?” Andrew asked as he shook his head. I pulled one of our walkie-talkies out of the charging base and handed it to Andrew.