Dorm Story の小説・ストーリー

“Why do your dormitory get privileges more than others? No other dormitory have balconies” Tasha said as she looked down and saw that every room in the dormitory had balconies. “This dormitory is for the brightest students in the academy, it is called the Nerd herd” Jordan explained as he relaxed lazily on the rail. “Ohh, if I want to stay in the nerd herd I have to read my as off?” Tasha said “Yes, studying is not difficult to me though” Jordan replied.

No matter what, the Lewis family still has a son. All in all, Brawen is Heidi's Nth fiancée. Again, all the girls who came to Heidi before were kicked out by him, and Brawen was kicked out the first time he met him. It's just that Heidi is tired of the queen's game, so he agrees to keep Brawen on one condition: Leave me alone. The dormitory is a row of 1-storey houses built close together, with old Western European architecture with a unique triangular roof.

“What is it, Agent 09?” By the following week, the students were excited that the dorms were so close to being finished and that they wanted to at least have a tour inside of each dorm. “I heard the girl’s and boy’s dorms were so far from each other.” “Well, that sucks. I especially applied for this dorm so that I could sneak into his room. Now that plan is ruined.” “The boy’s dorm were on the west wing of the school, while the girl’s were on the east. The shool also posted on the bulletin boards that necessities needed by the students will be catered by the school itself. Kinda like an ordered grocery if you may.”

Capital University. When Daisy returned to her dormitory, she found that the door of her dormitory was open. Chole was a graduate student. Her courses were more flexible and relaxed than Daisy's. Not until Daisy moved into the campus did she realize how noisy and exciting the dormitory life was. The young girls often dropped by each other's dormitories and talked about skincare products, makeup, clothes, handbags, and men. Daisy naturally knew a lot about these things. There were so many people in her dormitory today that there were not enough chairs. Two or three of them directly sat on her bed.

The long greetings and the pledges of loyalty once again tested my patience here, it was quite funny that my mean juniors were behaving so respectfully. In our dorm, students were accommodated according to their ranks. And thanks to my status in the pack, I had to share a room with two omegas. But it didn’t mean that my life was a bed of roses, Helly and Charlotte were no less than Stella. Anyway, they informed me about their date night and even bought me a coffee, tempting me to read a rule book in 2024. My mind became a breeding den of questions for some answers, intensifying my curiosity. I took out that book with a boring cover, but Onyx loved it.

Unless we wanted to walk on parts of the roof, it was best not to go in. The other two buildings weren’t in much better shape. The building in the middle looked like a dorm of some sort, and would have housed no less than ten nuns or thereabout. It was probably where they slept and had their personal belongings and stuff. Do you know how I know it’s a dorm? There was a hole in the wall. Soot and debris several years old littered the floor and told the story of a horrific incident. Only, I still had no idea what that horrible incident was.

Clara Bellamy knew very little about herself, especially when it came to love-not until she met Reese Moreau face-to-face. . . . Join Clara Bellamy as she tries to find her way through Saint Aurelia's University, where the strange traditions makes settling in nearly impossible. But Clara has a habit of finding things she's not supposed to. And lately, it seems Saint Aurelia's has been finding her too. Between a roommate who never knows when to shut up, a university full of secrets, and a girl she can't seem to stay away from, Clara is about to discover that some things are better left buried. Welcome to Saint Aurelia's.

Ari drags out the word 'finally,' snapping me back to reality as we approach The Walcott Dorms. As we enter the building, a sense of relief washes over me, the cool breeze hitting me like a refreshing wave. Willowbrook University has three dormitory buildings. The majority of middle-class students reside in the Walcott Dorms, but since Ari's parents, Miranda and Jorge, are paying for both Ari's and my dorm, I do not belong to the middle-class population. The Omen Dorms sit off to the side, home to the jocks and trust fund babies. Rumor has it they each have their own kitchen, which I find hard to believe but hey, stranger things have happened.

ROOMMATE FROM HELL ~TATE'S POV~ Moving day at Westwood University was basically a mosh pit with better lighting and more cardboard. The hallway of Dorm Hall B smelled like cheap body spray, nervous sweat, and floor wax. Parents were crying, freshmen were trying to look cool while dragging duvet covers up the stairs, and I was just trying to keep Daxon from growling at the Resident Advisor. "He asked for my ID," Daxon grumbled, shifting a heavy box marked BOOKS like it weighed nothing. "I don't need ID. I need him to get out of my way."

We hurriedly cut straight to Building One—our dorm. Inside, students were everywhere. Some were shooting hoops. Some laughed too loudly, like they owned the place. "What was up, Anderson?!" One student greeted me, and I looked at him. I honestly had no idea who he was. "Hi, Chloe," the guy greeted my friend beside me.