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Rooming With The Enemy: The Alpha’s Forbidden Mate

Rooming With The Enemy: The Alpha’s Forbidden Mate

“I don't know, Rhettie…” he whispers, coming even closer. I swallow hard but don’t take a step back—I can't let him know that he’s affecting me so badly. “Maybe I came to rekindle some old memories,” “Oh, have you forgotten about that so soon? We used to spend our summers running around these exact trees before you became a monster.” Looking at him now, standing in front of me with a cold look in his eyes, I know the sweet boy… is completely gone. “What do you want?” I sigh, giving up already. “Just say it and leave. I'm trying to have a good time and you're ruining it.” Cassian laughs, but there’s a tinge of bitterness in it. “God, can't remember how many good times you ruined for me. We aren’t even one percent close to calling it even,” I walk after him with quick steps, grabbing his shirt from behind and slamming his back into the nearest wall. “You need to leave. Now.” “Oh, I'm terrified!” he squeaks sarcastically. Fuck. Looking at those lips… feeling his breath against my skin… my wolf is going batshit crazy—I am going batshit crazy. Every ounce of restraint I’ve built up over the last few weeks disappears. I pull Cassian's head forward, and crash my lips onto his. . . . To the world, Rhett Reed is Blackridge golden boy, star hockey captain, and future Alpha. But behind the perfect image lies a devastating secret. Three years after bullying his childhood best friend away, Cassian Storm returns, colder and determined to destroy him. A housing glitch forces them to share a dorm room. Cassian thought revenge would be the hardest part. He was wrong. The hardest part is living with the man he never expected his heart to choose.
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Tiramisu Prophecy: My Roommate Wants Me Dead

Tiramisu Prophecy: My Roommate Wants Me Dead

My roommate, Andrew Hayes, has become obsessed with this viral tiramisu place off campus. Every night without fail, he brings a box of it back. He tries to sell us on it more than once. Supposedly the texture is silky and rich, and it melts in the mouth. I just can't be bothered to care. Everything changes on the day before the grad school recommendation list is posted. My pen is moving across the page of a paper when something at the edge of my vision suddenly catches my eye. A few lines of text have appeared. [Tonight, your roommate, Andrew, will ask you to help him buy tiramisu from that viral dessert shop. After he eats it, he'll rush out of the dorm. The next day, the police will take you away on charges of aggravated assault. [Online exposés will say you attacked your roommate out of jealousy, and the Internet will explode with outrage. Relentless cyberbullying will consume your life. Even your parents will get dragged down with you and lose their steady jobs. Ultimately, you'll be driven into a mental breakdown and die from depression.] I figure I've started hallucinating after finally cracking under the pressure, so I toss the workbook aside. That night, Andrew pushes open the dorm room door. His tone is easy and familiar as he asks, "Luke, grab me a tiramisu on your way back, okay?" My brain blanks for a second. This scene matches the prediction word for word. Andrew's smile is bright and sunny as he walks closer, but I only feel a chill down my spine because of one of the prediction's sentences. [After you're taken in for questioning, you'll miss your interview. The guaranteed grad school spot will fall right into Andrew's lap.] Is Andrew really going to ruin my entire life over a single guaranteed grad school slot? My grip tightens around my pen. I say, "Sorry, Andrew. It's not really convenient for me."
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Lies Have Consequences

Lies Have Consequences

I had worshipped my older sister, Sophie Lane, ever since I was little. Growing up, my greatest happiness was serving her drinks, carrying her bags, and picking up her meals. After Sophie was accepted into Central University, I immediately got my SAT and skipped a grade so I could get into the same university. On the day Sophie moved into the university, she entered the dorm room with eight bodyguards. Our roommates call her "The One Queen!" Meanwhile, I was making her bed. Only Viola Lynch gave me a knowing look and teased me. "You aren't her roommate at all, are you? You're clearly her personal maid." I merely smiled without answering. That day, Sophie casually tossed me the new Chanel purse she had bought. "This color suits you. Use it." When I took the purse with a grin, Viola happened to walk past the doorway. The weekend Sophie went abroad on vacation, Viola and I were the only ones left in the dorm. "Eve, do you know what everyone in class calls you behind your back? Sophie's pet." The next day, my boyfriend Aaron Sanders, the campus heartthrob, asked me to meet him at the track field. Viola stood beside him with red eyes. When he saw me, he frowned deeply. "Eve, can you stop being so pathetic? You became someone's pet over a single purse? Viola's family might be poor but even she has more dignity than you." Viola tugged at his sleeve and whispered. "Aaron, don't say that about her. I'm not worth it." I looked at them holding hands and suddenly chuckled. Wait. For real. Had no one noticed that Sophie and I shared the same last name?
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Living Among Wolves

Living Among Wolves

Westbridge Academy is not a schoo‌l for humans, It is where alphas a‌re t‍r⁠aine⁠d, blo‍od‍line‌s ar‌e sharp⁠ened, and monsters learn to rule. Isla V⁠ale knows this⁠ better than anyo⁠ne but she disgu‌ised as “Eli,” a quiet scholarship boy e‌nrolled in an elite advance‍d‍ science program, Isla hides among werewolves, shifters, and oth⁠er supernatu‌ral elite‌s, m⁠asking her scen⁠t, her body, a⁠n‍d her fear every single day. Living in the dorm make things worse and one mi⁠stake could mean exposure. One‍ slip could mean death but West‍bridge is ruled by ins⁠tin‌cts no one ca‌n‌ fully control. Kiera‌n Blackthorne the academy’s golde‍n alph‍a heir i‍s everything Isla‍ should⁠ avoid dominant, teasing, danger‌ousl⁠y perceptive⁠. From‌ the⁠ momen‍t they meet, his atte‌nti‌on lingers too long, his ins⁠t‌i‌ncts pulling him toward someone he shouldn’t want. Then there is Fin‌n Ashcroft, a calm a‍nd observant b‍eta with a reputati⁠on on the⁠ b‌ask⁠etball co⁠urt, notices what ot‌hers miss. He becomes Isla’s anchor, h‍er protect‍or and possibly the first to s‍uspect that “Eli” is hiding m‍ore t⁠han j‍ust secrets‌. As ri⁠valries‍ ign⁠it⁠e, rumors spread, and wol⁠f instincts sharpen, Isla is pulled in‍to a vola‍tile triangle of attra‌ction, j‍ealo‌usy, and dange‌r. Every⁠ close call brings her nea⁠re⁠r to discovery and every heart⁠beat risks awakening i‌nstinct‍s that cou‌ld expose her human⁠ity.‌ Whe⁠n the truth finally comes out t‍o the worst⁠ p‌o‌ssible people Westbridge erupts. Because humans were n‍ever meant to l⁠ive among w‍olves an‌d wolves do not for⁠give deception eas‍ily.
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Oh wow, 'Dorm 308' still gives me chills. I remember staying up way too late reading webnovel chapters, the screen glow the only light. The main mystery is layered, but for me it's all about the 'Seventh Bed.' The dorm is supposed to house six students, but university records and old floor plans keep referencing a seventh bed that just... vanished. It's not just a ghost story, though that's part of it.

The real hook is how each resident seems to be living a half-life, like they're carrying a piece of a puzzle. One girl writes in a diary that isn't hers, another has memories of a childhood friend nobody else recalls. The mystery deepens when they realize the dorm's room number, 308, adds up to 11, and when you look at it in a mirror... well, I won't spoil it. But it's less 'who done it' and more 'what are we?'

The most unsettling part isn't the supernatural elements, but the slow-burn realization that the mystery might be a kind of trap, a self-sustaining loop that feeds on the residents' own searches for truth. The ending left me staring at the ceiling.

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