Dorm Mates Novels & Stories

I cried out, hella irritated from her behaviour. “Did your parents know about your situation? I mean a boy as your roommate?” She asked. Not every parent is like your parents, Oli. They don’t care, neither yesterday nor today.” I stated and she gave a disbelief look. “It seems there is no way to kick him out of the dorm unless he wanted it himself," Oli said and I nodded. It is true, What she said is true. "So, what are you going to do with that pretty boy?” She asked while sipping her coffee. "Something!, let's go, we are getting late for the class". I said and we left for the class. …………..

I walked into my dorm room and sighed in relief. It smelled like beer, sweat and sex, but at least it was quiet. It was Friday night and my roommate Matt went out earlier with his girlfriend Sandra. They liked to party heavily, especially on the weekend. They also both liked to fûck like rabbits when they got back from a night out and usually they were so drunk they didn't care if they had an audience or not, or more likely, didn't notice. The good news was that they tended to get it over with fast and pass out.

“You’re seriously telling me you’d give up dorm life?” Daph raised a brow, her head tilted as she spun her iced coffee between her palms. “The chaos. Ramen. The late-night gossip. Freedom. That’s, like, half the college experience.” I snorted and stirred my smoothie. “You make it sound like a wild party every night.” She smirked. “That’s because it kind of is. Or at least it should be. Come on, Lia you and me, same dorm hall, midnight pizza runs, sneaking into the media lab to binge old rom-coms. You can’t tell me you don’t want that.”

What is broken can be splinted. “Now all mated pairs—stand.” Seventy-two people rise. “Each of you find another mated couple. They will be your roommates for the time being.” They start to mingle, small conversations blooming like cautious flowers. They find lifelong friends, distant family, familiar warmth in unfamiliar circumstances. Ten minutes pass. Most have paired off. “Come forward and place your names on this paper in the empty slots. There should be four names per slot.” Simon leans close, his breath warm against my neck as he whispers, “There are only five apartments left.”

Davis said. “Oh, in that case, you guys wouldn’t need to get your things checked, he has already notified me about you two. You both have been admitted to the same dorm, and apartment, you would be sharing your apartment with four others which are two girls and two more guys. Each of you would have your own sleeping area or room as you may call it with a personal bath, study table, bed, and wardrobe. The only shared things would be the living and dining area. These are your room keys.”

Dax’s POV Being roommates, we started as friends. We go together to play cricket, go shopping, etc. We are afraid of seniors ragging us. So we used to go outside together, or we stayed in our hostel room. Soon in a month soon we became good friends. My roommates were eager to discuss sex, and they described the sexy parts of classmates and argued about who had the best figure. I generally have a shy character, so I don’t involve myself in the discussions most of the time.

Betrayed best friend, dirty body, bad roommate, these ugly realities still damn well exist. In college, only students from alpha, beta, gamma, and delta families get free dorms and utilities, even though they don't need them. Like me, who came from an omega family, I had to squeeze into a cramped dorm with other lowly werewolves. We had to pay high fees for accommodation and utilities. My roommates always watched me for fear that I would use more water or electricity. I dressed and walked out, the fabric rubbing against my red, swollen privates, each step a reminder that I had been invaded there by somebody else.

“Well, well, our new roommate. Should we roll out a red carpet or just let you trip on the welcome mat?” “Shut up,” I muttered, dragging my suitcase past him. “Touchy,” he teased, following me inside. The dorm common room was nothing like mine. No cheerful posters, no clutter of books or snack wrappers. Just sleek leather couches, a giant TV, and enough empty space to host a war meeting. And sitting there, like they owned the world, were Darien, Blake, and—unfortunately...Azrael. Darien didn’t even look at me when I entered, just kept flipping through a file like I was invisible. Azrael shot me the same cold glare he always did. And Blake… Blake just watched.

Liv’s robe on the floor. “I believe you’re all aware that co-ed rooms after hours are strictly prohibited.” “Sir, we were” “Drinking. Playing games. Getting creative,” he interrupted, voice cool. “You’re not the first students to confuse a dorm with a sex club.” We all stayed silent. His eyes settled on me. “You’re new,” he said. “Lola,” I whispered, barely able to speak. He nodded once, then looked around. “You’ve all broken at least three dorm rules tonight.”

Lydia asked. Selena and Olivia looked at each other considering the statement just given to them. "Actually your right, only mated couples, like FULLY mated couples are aloud to be in the same rooms, hell I've even heard of mated couples leaving the school dorms to rent a house not far from the school for more privacy but it rarely happens. Mates prefer the same rooms at school dorms because It's easier, I don't think you've yet to see the dorm block for them though, have you Lydia?" Selena asked.