Dorm Room Sisters Novels & Stories

Gretchen said tapping her wrist watch, walking out the door, closing it. Another reason for us being best friends is because we're roommates. We shifted to the new dorms when we were promoted to high school. And us being six girls, we ended up getting one of the biggest rooms on our floor. Obviously, being together practically all the time, we are more like a family.

she gives me a thumb "now let take your attendance Sara Frances" she called,but no reply "Sara" she called again,no reply she looked in my direction "where's your sister?" "She not in school her mom's in the hospital" i replied "ooops hope all is well?" "yes all is well" "she a bit sick" I replied "ok,that all ,be good dearie's,hope today goes well" Ms Katie said and left. "Hmmmm" today was tiring,well am moving to dorm today,I drag my luggage and check each room number till I got to room 39, i knock since I have roommates.

The only way to complete it was to raise their spirits. The four of them went to the dormitory together. Because of the grouping, they had to move dormitory. Class A had three rooms in total. Class B had four rooms, Class C had six rooms, Class D, Class E had eight rooms, and Class F had only one room. More than a dozen people lived together. When Eliza and the others returned, their names had already pasted to the door of their rooms. Eliza discovered that Roseane and she were not in the same room. Instead, she, Yessenia, and Hollie were in the same room.

We make our way through the Barracks towards our dorm. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you guys a tour tomorrow,” Savannah says. “There you go, the Fifth Cohort dorm. I’ll give you some time to settle in, don’t forget you have the welcoming dinner later tonight.” Our dorm is pretty basic. There are three bunk beds and our luggage is waiting for us. Two girls are already there. One of them is super tall, with a model’s body and beautiful blond hair. The other one is curvier and has bright red curly hair.

"I hadn't even thought about that. I was planning to fly home for Thanksgiving and Christmas." "Great!" I chuckled. "You can stay in my room at Mom's apartment." Jeannie laughed and then stopped abruptly. "Wait, where would you sleep, then? Don't the dorms close for the break?" "Shit, you're right," I said. "Guess we'll be sharing a bed, sis!" "Oh, damn," she groaned softly. My ears perked up at that, and I sat up quickly. Was my sister turned on at the thought of sharing a bed with me?

Vespers in the chapel, where her phantom touch ghosted over me again, fingers invisible but insistent, edging me through the entire office without release. By Compline, my body was a live wire—nipples chafed raw against wool, thighs sticky with constant arousal, clit so swollen it ached with every step. The dormitory was a long, narrow room lined with narrow cots, each separated by thin curtains for a modicum of privacy. Thirty sisters, breathing softly in the dark, the air heavy with the scent of lavender soap and exhaustion. I slipped into my cot, pulling the rough blanket over me, heart racing. The bell for lights out tolled, and the room plunged into shadow, broken only by moonlight filt

His palm is warm, fingers closing just firmly enough to ground me as he pulls me up. We do not talk on the way upstairs. The hall light flickers once when we pass. Inside the dorm, Seth shuts the door softly behind us. No lights. Just the steady hum of the heater and our breathing, which feels too loud in the quiet. I sit down on my bed without thinking, elbows on my knees. My shoes feel heavy, like I cannot quite remember how to untie them. Seth crouches down without asking, fingers working at the laces until they loosen, and then slides them off one by one.

"Forget it. You wouldn't get it. When you see me later, try sucking up. Maybe I'll toss you scraps." She slapped on a sweet smile and hurried over to her three new roommates in 502, already working them. I glanced at those girls. They traded looks, faint smiles tugging at their lips as they watched Chloe. Quiet. Calculating. Like they were silently signaling each other. The leftover fear from last time hit hard. I turned and ran. Room 502 was the rich girls' suite—that part was true. But those three? Monsters. They had mansions, luxury condos, and penthouses, but still chose the dorms.

I don't even know how it was going to sound in their ears if they heard that it was James Hunter. Ivy is going to be like "The celebrity king!!" And Emile is going to say. "This is impossible." That was her usual slang. I smiled slightly. It was actually fun having the both of them as room mates. They were just the perfect sisters I didn't have. My heels hit the cemented floor softly as I walked out of the female dorm. Everyone's gaze in the hallway fell on me the second I stepped out of the dorm. Sweats ran down my spine. I hate it when people stare at me freaking too much.

It's meant for everyone to mingle and unwind. Just then the door of my room opened from the other side. My sisters and I have our rooms joined to one another. Mine is in the middle, Chiara and Anna's were joined from each side. We wanted to be within one another's reach. It was also another way of keeping my eyes on them. I don't want to miss anything. Not that I love spying on them but I love them that much and I want everything about them to be known to me.