Dorm Story Novels & Stories

Bayo asked. The young man shook his head. "Just us. We tried to stay quiet after...after they got into the building." Luke nodded. "Let’s move. Stay close and stay quiet." --- The dormitories The dormitories were another story entirely. The long corridors, once filled with laughter and chatter, were now claustrophobic and filled with a foul stench. The doors to most rooms hung ajar, revealing scenes of chaos—overturned beds, shattered mirrors, and bloodstains smeared across the walls.

“My flat. All night. No sneaking out early.” I nodded and slipped back into the hostel just before dawn. Angelina was awake, scrolling on her phone. “You’re glowing again. When are you going to tell your parents you’re basically living at his flat?” “Soon,” I said, collapsing onto my bed. “I hope.” The next day was a grind. Lecture on feminist theory. Group project where Donald was polite but the air was thick. Advisor check-in with Dr. Patel, where I lied convincingly about my focus. By evening I was exhausted but headed straight to Wesley’s flat.

I really don't see that changing anytime soon. "Wait how close exactly are our dorms?" "Not close enough for anything I have in mind." Shit. ------------------------------------------------------

Ivan's eyes lit up instantly. "I almost forgot about that! Summer Hartford is a real birdbrain. She couldn't even answer the simplest questions. I won't let her off for what happened today. Once the exam is over, I'm going to make sure she receives all the punishment she deserves!" … The school had a dormitory. Even though they called it the dormitory, pretty much none of the students lived in the building. Instead, it existed with the purpose of providing rich students with a resting space during their breaks.

They don’t know the things that happen beyond their little social dramas, don’t know the weight of the world that sits on my shoulders while I pretend to be just another bored, privileged kid wasting away in elite education. I’m not bored, though. I’m never bored. I’m watching, listening, collecting information, calculating every single move I make. My dorm is in the opposite direction, in one of the main housing buildings where the other Betas stay, but that’s not where I’m going. No one knows where I really live. No one even knows this dorm exists, tucked away at the far end of campus, hidden behind ivy-covered walls and locked doors only I have the key to.

No one pays attention to the girl who doesn't speak. I walked out of Prescott Hall with the folder pressed against my chest, my eyes scanning the quad. Students moved in clusters,laughing, arguing, heads bent over phones, lives so ordinary they had no idea how fragile it was The dorm I was directed too was a little off campus. It was a brick building at the edge of campus, hand covered in ivy that probably looked charming in brochures but up close resembled something climbing out of a grave. Morrison Hall. Room 217.

Kael’s POV The campus looked like a castle carved from bloodstone—brooding spires, grotesque arches, and a ticking clock tower that somehow followed your gaze like it knew your sins. But inside? Twelve boys to a room. Noisy. Cramped. Smelling like damp testosterone, silver, and barely washed sheets. “Damn the luxury of this place! But this dorm sucks big time,” Damon hissed, his eyes darting from the chalky white walls to the neatly aligned beds separated by a thin corridor—six on either side like rows of livestock.

And like a lightning striking down their body, they received a news that thoroughly shocked their young hearts. “The school has a dorm. We can only go home once a month, which is every weekend during the last week. You should go to the dorm building now and search for your name if you don’t believe me.” The guy waved goodbye in a sudden rush and ran away. Ponjie and Fruto were left in great disbelief. They stood up and walked fast to the dorm building without talking to each other. It was as if they had to confirm it first before reacting. On the ground floor of the 7-storey building, their name was really included on the list! 4F - Fruto Marschelle/Ponjie Rozhen

I thought that as long as I could make a comeback in the future, I could forget the nightmare in the past. I did not mind hardships. I gritted my teeth and endured for two months before I finally got the money to pay the compensation. Just when I thought that I could finally break free from them and focus on my studies, Samantha and the others chased me out and refused to let me stay in the dorm anymore. They said that I was rotten and cheap, that I made them sick if I was close by, and they forbade me from showing up when they were in the dorm. I did not want to. If I could not stay in the dorm, I had nowhere else to go.

🜃 The Dorms Dorm 3A was small, stone-walled, with two narrow beds divided by a curtain. My side had a window that overlooked the western cliffs and rolling grey ocean beyond. Waves thundered against rock far below, a restless lullaby. Alex dropped her duffel onto her bed with a sigh. “This place is ancient. Look at the floor tiles. They’re cracked.” I ignored her, placing the journal under my pillow before unpacking my folded uniform tunics. My fingers itched to flip open Mira Blackwood’s pages again, but I didn’t dare with Alex here.