Dorm Story Novels & Stories

I hit the buzzer. The door clicks open. Instantly, a blinding, sickeningly sweet customer-service smile snaps onto my face. "Hi sweetie!" I chirp. "What kind of beauty treatment are we looking for today?" "You're the Grim Reaper?" I blink. The living room of Dorm 205 isn't a beauty salon. It's a trap. Six people are waiting inside. Rich kids dripping in designer clothes and volatile divine energy. All six sets of eyes lock onto me with raw, murderous intent. They aren't looking for a makeover. They're looking for blood.

' I told myself. When I pushed open the door to Room 412, the air inside was suffocating. Professor Mann stood in the middle of the room, her face grim. Two school administrators stood nearby, speaking in low, serious voices. The whole dorm felt muted, like someone had hit pause. Outside, the occasional crackle of New Year's fireworks sounded painfully out of place. My bed was neat. Untouched. Across from me, Giselle, Kathryn, and Sarah Freud's beds were exactly as they'd left them.

Frowning with confusion, I looked behind me, but there was no one there. And I thought high school was weird. Taking a deep breath, I slid my phone back into my pocket, strolling in the direction of the boys dorm. There’s the Alpha dorm, the Beta and omegas, the difference is, it isn’t according to titles. Anyone could live in an Alpha dorm, as long as they could afford it. Stepping into the elevator, my mind drifted back to what happened between Alexia and I earlier. Zeke told me she wasn’t seeing anyone—thank god for that.

“At least we’ll still have the dorm room to ourselves. He didn’t stick us with any roommates. And even the shitty dorms have private baths so no worrying about showering next to some stranger.” If the pictures were accurate, Jackson and Wren would be stuck in a sardine can of a dorm room with a bathroom the size of a closet. Browsing the college forums warned him that the rooms were hot in the summer and cold in the winter. Jackson was already not looking forward to it. He hated the cold and winter would be coming up quick.

“The better question is, how did you get past the RA and students to deliver it?” “Each dormitory has secret passageways that were built decades ago, in the instance of an attack or emergency. Your dorm room is located beside one.” “Good to know. You would’ve thought they would’ve given us a safety briefing.” “You aren’t supposed to know about them. Technically, they were closed off years ago.” I smirked. “Too many students sneaking out after curfew?” “Precisely. As far as the card, spend however you like—there isn’t a limit.”

They had mansions, luxury condos, and penthouses, but still chose the dorms. Why? To "hunt." Messing with regular students was their new hobby. And Chloe? She was the prey.

another group member by the name Eric asked me this time. "Because I was kicked out of the dorm today."I said. Marcus smirked and I could see right through his smirk. I knew what he was thinking about. "I did not realize nerds could do anything bad to get themselves kicked out of the dorm."he said. I rolled my eyes then I gave him a fake slight laugh. "Ha ha ha! idiot. It was not my fault that I had nowhere else to sleep. My roommate let his boyfriend spend the night in the dorm and you know how strict rules about letting boys spend the night in the on-campus girls dorm are. So, unfortunately, in the morning, the college dorm administrator was going around checking the dorms and my roommate

She headed down the hallway, the rhythmic thump of the hamper against her leg accompanying her footsteps. The dorm’s laundry room was located on the ground floor, a communal space shared by all the residents of the building. Kayla descended the stairs carefully, adjusting her grip on the hamper to prevent it from slipping. The hallways were quiet, the silence broken only by the occasional sound of a door opening or closing, the muffled voices of other students drifting from behind closed doors. Most students were either sleeping in, enjoying the relative quiet of a Saturday morning, or had already left for the weekend, seeking respite from the confines of campus life.

“You trying to kick me out of your car?” He smiles. “No. Stay as long as you want. But just so you know, it’s not comfortable to sleep in.” “You say that like you have experience.” “The guys on both sides of me in my dorm are extremely loud. If it’s not loud video game tournaments, it’s televised sports events, loud music, and uncomfortable sexcapades. I had to bunk in my car last year during finals just to get some sleep.” “Harsh,” I reply. “That’s nothing. One of them got drunk once and stumbled into my room by mistake. They were having sex on my desk when I entered. Pale white ass with SpongeBob boxers at his ankles. I can’t unsee it.”

30, hardly anyone was up. I stepped on my mustard flat shoes lazily across the street, glancing back before I walked away from that small three-floored building. The dorm only accepts female students so it’s pretty neat, even though the building is looking rather old with an exposed red brick, old-time style from the last century. I lived there with around 35-40 other students from various colleges and universities, but most of them study in a state university a block away from the dorm. I have lived in this dorm since I left my hometown for college a year ago.