Dorm Room Sisters Novels & Stories

"Why bother? The master suite has that massive California King. We used to have sleepovers in the dorms on twin beds; surely we can manage one night in a bed the size of a small continent." "A sleepover?" I laughed, the champagne making my head feel light. "What is this, year seven?" "It’s a 'New Chapter' celebration," Hannah insisted, standing up and pulling me with her. "No one sleeps alone tonight. We’re a fortress. The Lodge Sisterhood."

Behind her, Lola swore she could feel Jake’s smirk, his daring presence pressing into her skin even though Liv couldn’t see him. “What did you need, Liv?” Lola asked, desperate to redirect. Finally, Liv sighed, pulling her phone from her pocket. “It’s about the roommate meeting tomorrow. They’re making changes to dorm assignments. And I thought you should know before the rumors spread.” Lola’s heart skipped. Dorm changes? If Jake ended up closer or worse, farther away she wasn’t sure which terrified her more. “Thanks,” Lola murmured, her voice steady only by force. Liv studied her for another beat, then shrugged. “Don’t stay up too late.”

Sarah and I walked together toward the residential building, comparing the room assignments we'd been given. "Room 314," she said, squinting at her paper. "Same," I replied, not surprised. Apparently, some things didn't change between lifetimes. The dormitory was just as grand as the rest of the academy, with high ceilings and portraits of distinguished-looking supernaturals lining the walls. We climbed the stairs to the third floor, our footsteps echoing in the corridor. Room 314 was larger than I'd expected, with three beds arranged around the space and tall windows that let in plenty of natural light. Sarah immediately claimed the bed by the window, and I took the one in the middle, leavi

The woman who had seemed to have it all — youth, beauty, ambition — was now a cautionary tale. And still, the question lingered. How? At a 'personal' hang out spot, Sophia sat with her amazing study group — Mira, Zara, Rose, and Claire — sunlight streaming through the windows, textbooks open, but no one reading. The roommates studied together from time to time unless they wanted to go for any specific course relating to their different courses if the need arises. They were the number one gossip team of their entire dorm, though they do it low-key (except for Mira who is VERY loud sometimes if not all the time).

"Breakfast is six to eight, lunch is noon to two, dinner is six to eight. Don't skip meals. You'll need your strength." She nodded, making mental notes. I could see her trying to memorize everything, like she was afraid of forgetting something important. We climbed the stairs to the dormitory wing. The girls' side was on the left, boys on the right. I led her down a long hallway lined with identical wooden doors. Each one had a nameplate. Most of them were polished and neat. Some had stickers or decorations stuck around the edges. I stopped in front of room 237 and felt my stomach drop. The nameplate still read "Saraphina Vale" in neat gold letters.

For a moment, I forgot that this dorm was coed and I panicked. He stopped in the doorway, looked into the room, and nodded before continuing. I furrowed my brows at the now-empty doorway. “Did you see that?” I pointed my spoon at the doorway. Cora shook her head and looked at me. “See what?” “One of those brothers walked past, stopped, and then continued.” “Yeah, I think they live in the guys' section.” She waved a hand toward the other side of the building. “This is the first year that they aren’t sharing a room.”

Upon entering that room, it was a huge reception, as she could see, she was not alone, there were a number of girls, who she suspected, who were approached by Poison, she recognized as her college colleagues, at least more than 20 women there, each one of them, Silvia knew them from her college, from her residence building, each of whom had an exotic and original beauty. There was a redhead, European, Natasha, Shojin a Chinese, a tall blonde Micaela and a black-haired woman with blue eyes, called Andrea. - Dear ones, each of you will be in your shared dorms during the week, you will be graced with great quality food, you will be rewarded, in addition to the money in your accounts, then, you

The school had organized everyone into double rooms at the main lodge—two students per room. I scanned the list for my last name. Room 104: Anna Spears. & Brenna Spears. My breath caught in my throat. I stared at the screen, my eyes widening in absolute disbelief. "Are you actualy kidding me?" I muttered under my breath. I looked up across the cafeteria. At the exact same second, Brenna looked up from her phone. Her face was completely white, her blue eyes wide with pure horror and anger. She stared across the room straight at me, her hands trembling as she held her phone. The administration had thrown us into the exact same room for two whole nights. They probably thought they were doing a

The room was very large, with enough space to house all ten girls. There were ten bonk beds hooked on the wall for them to sleep. Inside the room had a ten spaced bathroom and a ten spaced wardrobe filled with wears that screamed sexual activity. There was a red flat-screen television inside the room which had the Macmiller triplets initials, CTK at the top. The girls scattered around the room, getting acquainted with the settings. “ Lindy, Maria, What do we do? “ Jeane found her sisters with a hesitant question.

' I told myself. When I pushed open the door to Room 412, the air inside was suffocating. Professor Mann stood in the middle of the room, her face grim. Two school administrators stood nearby, speaking in low, serious voices. The whole dorm felt muted, like someone had hit pause. Outside, the occasional crackle of New Year's fireworks sounded painfully out of place. My bed was neat. Untouched. Across from me, Giselle, Kathryn, and Sarah Freud's beds were exactly as they'd left them.