Dorm Story Novels & Stories

"Didn't say you were going to do anything. Said don't wreck anything. Very different warning." His dorm was in Halloway Hall, third floor, the kind of room that smelled like protein powder and old pizza boxes no matter how many candles you lit. There was a poster of a shark taped crookedly to the wall and a truly concerning number of energy drink cans stacked like a pyramid on the windowsill. It was, somehow, the nicest place I'd been in weeks, because the door locked, and nobody on the other side of it shared our last names. We sat on his lumpy futon eating gas station snacks and just talked. No secrets to manage. It felt so normal it was disorienting, like discovering your favorite show ha

"I would like for everybody to send a card to the hospital. It will put Stevenson in great spirits. The address will be put online. Class dismissed." We all stood up and slowly gathered our things. I glanced at Fay a few times and she caught my eye every time. We met up with Elyse and Anna straight away. "Did you hear?" I asked them. Elyse nodded and Anna looked as calm as ever, but I'm sure she was a nervous wreck. "It can't be us, right?" Elyse whispered to us, even though nobody stood close enough to hear us. "No. We're being ridiculous. Of course it's not us." Anna answered. "We haven't even 'paid' so I'm sure it's nothing. No payment, no favours, right?" Fay whispered in return. We all

Its silhouette is gutted by time and weather. Isolde stood beside him, coat pulled tight, her expression unreadable. “You okay?” she asked softly. “No,” he answered. “But I remember everything.” Penelope joined them at the back entrance, laptop bag slung over her shoulder, flashlight clipped to her belt. “Place gives me the creeps,” she muttered. “Even before we open secret orphan crypts.” Dorian led them inside. The smell was still the same: bleach and rot and chalk dust. The dormitory hall was intact, just darker. Narrow metal-frame beds lined the walls, tiny lockers still bearing initials from long-gone boys. Dorian’s eyes scanned for one in particular.

In fact only few rooms of this dorm are occupied by the students and other rooms are empty. As most of their parents have bought them their own apartments, or rented house for their kids. Some still live with their own parents. Sapphire also has an apartment at a fifteen minutes distance from the college but in opposite direction of the dorm. Cara closed her eyes to try and sleep but again Chase’s angry face appeared in front of her eyes. He looked so dangerous when he was angry. She was thankful that he saved her from Law, who just forcefully kissed her in front of everyone. But still seeing them fight shook her from inside.

Only one gate - shaped like two hands sharing bread. Outside, Kross felt it and ran faster. He knew that feeling. He had felt it when he became S-Rank. Something was being born that was S-Rank too. Inside the arena, the students gasped. The 500-meter ruined arena was gone. In its place - DORM 13. It was not beautiful. It was not Academy white. It was black, cracked, warm. Chimneys smoked even though no fire was lit. From inside, smell of soup. Real soup.

She added, teasing Roman. As much as Keira hated the idea of staying in the dorm, Roman also has the same feeling as her. But that's the rule. Each first year student needs to stay in the college dorm, and could only decide where the hell we want to stay other than dorm when we become a second-year student. But I would just be a nuisance if I go with them. Keira definitely likes Roman. This whole breakfast-drama is maybe just an excuse for a 'date'. Just as I wanted to decline them, someone cut me off.

Something about my encounter earlier didn’t feel right; especially because it was in the same area, I smelled that rancid flesh scent near the academic center. I shuddered at the thought. Just as we walked through the doors of Dormitory A, I was standing in the middle of a very clustered and frantic living area which had a few couches, a few televisions, a small kitchen, a community bathroom that only had a toilet and sinks because each dorm room had their own bathrooms with showers, and a couple of tables with puzzle pieces and gameboards scattered across them. Students were everywhere though and they looked terrified.

It's a three-year program, and most students start at sixteen. Including my roommates—they've all been here since last year. The boys' dormitories are divided into Alpha, Beta, and Kappa. For the girls, it's Delta, Phi, and Sigma. It's pretty obvious that the first two dorms—male and female—offer the best opportunities for the students living there. Whether it's East Bridge or Evencrest, I'm always the underdog. "Where have you been?" Paige asked when I finally catch up with them. "Restroom," I said quickly. "So, what happened next? You guys weren't done telling me about the coolest guys around here."

“So this is your humble abode!” “Isn't every dorm room like this? A mini parlour, two bedrooms and a bathroom?” Damon tilts his head slightly. “Well… not every dorm. Mine has a kitchen, a bathtub, just one room with a walk-in closet and the parlour is more spacious.” My jaw nearly drops. “In this very academy?” He nods. “You're a Nepo baby through and through.” He chuckles. “I guess so. Now where's the ointment you talked about on our way here?”

without choking. The dormitory is a long room with rows of narrow beds and hooks along the wall for aprons and cloaks. Marla throws herself onto her mattress with an exaggerated groan loud enough to make the girl in the next bed giggle. “If I ever stop scrubbing,” she says to the ceiling, “I’ll haunt Marek’s pans just to keep screaming.” “You’ll scrub again tomorrow,” Kai sings back, stretching like a cat. “But maybe less if you say ‘sir’ like a good little court mouse.”