Dorm Room Sisters Novels & Stories

The girls stayed outside until mid afternoon until the weather got too hot and they went straight to Amy's room and soon I could hear the shower running and more giggles and laughter. My wife was soon up and getting a snack from the kitchen and joined me in the family room. "I have a gym appointment this afternoon with Jill. Can I tell her that the girls will be sharing a dorm?" "Yes it's all organised. Not long now and she will be off to Uni. I'll miss her." I said.

Therefore, Nora felt that meeting a roommate like Gina was a stain in her university life. She was especially envious of Silvia, who had three kind roommates, Wendy, Jane, and Miya. They became best friends after four years and still maintained such a close friendship even after going separate ways upon graduation. Although her other two roommates were very nice, and she got along very well with them, she still felt as if Gina’s presence ruined everything, resulting in her reluctance to go back to the dormitory.

The metal frame creaked softly under her weight as she adjusted herself. "I just want to sleep," she complained. "I'm exhausted." Below her, Hilda's bed lay unoccupied, neatly made. Their dorm room was modestly furnished. Against one wall stood a small wooden table, cluttered with textbooks and notebooks, serving as their study area. Two separate wardrobes occupied another corner, housing their clothes and personal belongings. In the opposite corner, a small storage area held containers of water, a reminder of the routine task of fetching water from outside whenever the suppliers pumped water to the taps available only in the dormitory yards. In their dormitory, it was two to a room, and the

But it was clear that he would not let it go as if it were nothing. Emanuele didn't want to admit it, but Johnny was right: her former roommate would keep going after her, insisting on a story that they barely knew how it started. It seemed such an irony that Joshua would be in the same apartment and on the same floor where Johnny lived. When the elevator doors open and they step onto the first floor, they get the biggest fright of their lives. Most of the fanatical, bloodthirsty old ladies had left after the policemen's visit, but eight of them were still grunting and mumbling among themselves. They pointed to the leaflet and argued greedily about something.

Alessa helps me make a grocery list to tackle before we return, and I think I have an idea to leave the two of them alone for a few moments. Alessa rides back with me in my car, and my dad follows in the vehicle they had been using, saying it would be good for dividing up the boxes if needed. I have enough suitcases for my clothes, and I'm sure Alessa does too. Our dormitory is exclusively for females, and our room is at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Judging by the quiet, I believe most of the students are away. "Alessa, my stuff is pretty much packed in suitcases, you just need to pack yours…" I say as she narrows her eyes.

She said, “Yeah. It’s done. I’m in Room 508. These are my roommates, Lucy, Orla, and Dyna.” Avery nodded to each of them. “Greetings, girls. You guys are roommates now. That means you have to look out for each other.” The three girls nodded profusely. Charles said, “I’m in Room 306, Sophia. Just look for me if you need help. I’ll keep you safe.” Sophia chuckled. “You’re just a kid. I think I’m the one who’ll be keeping you out of trouble.” Charles didn’t like what she just said, so he retorted, “Come on. I’m only a couple of years younger than you.”

But something pulled me forward, my hand turning the knob before I could talk myself out of it. The room was exactly as she’d left it. Her stuff was everywhere. Bed neatly made, which would have been done by the day staff, curtains partially drawn against the afternoon sun. Helena’s perfume still hung in the air, that expensive scent she’d always worn. It made my chest tighten. It was like my sister was still here. Or at least parts of her. Because no one was willing to remove the traces of her left just yet. Would Hunter ask me to do it? Pack up her sister’s things and put them in storage or give them away to the local charity.

“Where is your dorm room, Dutton?” “Room 314,” I read off the paper in my hand. “Shut up!” Paul said. “You’re our new roommate.” “Really?” I said, smiling. “Follow us,” Nathan said, walking up the stairs to the dorm. “So, you are just going to leave me here?” Morgan pouted. “You could come into the building if you had a dick, Morgan,” Paul laughed. “Very funny, McConard,” Morgan said, sticking out her tongue.

In the end, Yvonne answered after taking a sharp breath, “Through the landlady. She’s my sister.” The answer took the both of us aback. “Why hide it?” Henry scowled. “If she knew I was going to move in, she would have stopped me. My sister told me that a woman wanted to rent the apartment and seemed to find the place familiar. Then, I learned that she was the one I had been looking for all this while.” “You were looking for her? Why?” Yvonne turned to me with a complicated look in her eyes. “Because three months ago, a woman disappeared from this apartment, and you look exactly like her.”

“Where are you going?” He glanced over his shoulder, casual. “Oh, your date didn’t have to dip. I was leaving tonight anyway. Spending the night at Amber’s. These...” he gestured toward the three girls who’d barged in like they owned the place, “...are her sorority sisters. They’re hanging with Patrick and Jacob tonight.” I arched a brow but smiled. “Wow. Thanks, bro.” He grinned. “You’re welcome, sis.” Amber stepped forward and gave me a little wave. “Hey girl, cute top. I like it..”