Le Rosey Dorms Novels & Stories

God, I hoped I never felt anything half as consuming as whatever she had with Tommy. Rosie rolled her eyes, turning back to the mirror as she held up a dress to her frame. “This is me choosing to ignore you,” she said flatly, giving her reflection a once-over. “Where have you been sleeping by the way?” I shrugged, not bothering to sit up. “I have a hostel, in case you’ve forgotten.” She scoffed, her expression incredulous. “The god-awful dusty dump?” I grinned, rolling onto my side to face her. “I do have plans for the dusty dump. It’s just not time yet.”

Alessa helps me make a grocery list to tackle before we return, and I think I have an idea to leave the two of them alone for a few moments. Alessa rides back with me in my car, and my dad follows in the vehicle they had been using, saying it would be good for dividing up the boxes if needed. I have enough suitcases for my clothes, and I'm sure Alessa does too. Our dormitory is exclusively for females, and our room is at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Judging by the quiet, I believe most of the students are away. "Alessa, my stuff is pretty much packed in suitcases, you just need to pack yours…" I say as she narrows her eyes.

But the accommodation f*e is about 15,000 dollars per term for two students in a dorm, and 30,000 dollars per term for a single person in a dorm, how the hell am I supposed to afford that? “Alan Rowan!” I suddenly heard my name. “Yes.” I answered on instincts and my feminine voice rang out which drew attention, all gaze were on me, so, I pretended to have a cough. “Uhm… Yes, that’s me.” “Your dorm is in Zenith Hall, Room 270.” The registrar said as he handed me my pass and key, his eyes fell back towards his computer, calling out the next person. I dragged my suitcase under the hot sun, my eyes finally taking in how magnificently huge the school is—and for such a big private school, with eno

Andrew agreed. “Do you know what dorm Dante was talking about? I know Dorm A and B are filled to capacity, Dorm C is a women’s dorm, Dorm D is a family dorm, and Dorms E through H aren’t finished. Dorm I is the most complete but still needs some last-minute stuff done.” “Fuck me! Hold on. Can you hand me one of those walkie-talkies?” Andrew asked as he shook his head. I pulled one of our walkie-talkies out of the charging base and handed it to Andrew.

I narrowed my eyes, “Are you sure you don’t want anything from me?” She nodded, a smile on her face, “Nothing at all.” That made me relax. **** “So, when do you want to leave? I’m ready anytime you are,” Rose said as she flopped on her king-sized bed, landing on her back. “Tonight.” I took a look around her room. It was on the third floor of the house and similar to the first room I was put in before Alpha Theo hurled me to his. Pink and very, very girly. Those were the words that described her room. The walls were pink, the bed sheets were baby pink, and her closet was pink. The only thing that wasn’t pink was the marble floor.

POV: Martinez’s POV The heavy mahogany headboard slid shut behind us with a solid, mechanical thud. The sudden silence was absolute, cutting off the violent bangs of the federal ram against the bedroom door. We were plunged into a pitch-black, narrow stone corridor that smelled of cold dust, old concrete, and the sharp musk of Rodah’s skin. Beside me, Rodah’s breathing was loud and frantic. She stumbled against the rough stone wall, her bare feet scraping over the cold floor.

A deeper, more dangerous game within the academy? He held the dormitory door open for me. The gesture was oddly formal, a mockery of chivalry that made my skin crawl. The room was exactly as we’d left it, two cots, two trunks, a world of unspoken territory between them. The moment the door clicked shut, the silence became a third, suffocating presence. I moved to my cot, my movements stiff and careful, and began the slow, painful process of unbuttoning my blood-spattered jacket. Each lift of my arm was a fire in my ribs. I kept my back to him, a feeble attempt at privacy.

He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside. She stepped through the iron gates, and the chill that ran down her spine had nothing to do with the morning air. This was it. She was inside. The Delgado mansion was exactly what she'd imagined; elegant, intimidating, and soulless. Black stone, endless windows, and security cameras that tracked every step. The kind of place that didn’t just keep secrets. It buried them. A tall woman in a gray uniform led her through a marble hallway. “You’ll clean. You don’t speak unless spoken to. And never touch anything that glows, clicks, or looks more expensive than your life. Understand?”

she suggests We both nod and she leads us up the stairs and down the left side of a double hallway. "Mine and Jermaine's room are on the other side of the hall"she points behind us "This is my son's room he's out at the moment but he should be back soon so you guys will see him at dinner" she tells us pointing to one of the doors on the left side "Issac this your room right across from Al's" Rose says opening the door to a room painted in dark and light shades of grey with a huge bed in the middle of the room a huge dresser a closet and an en suite bathroom.

Kendrick asked Rosy when they got inside. "The one next to our room, I need to keep a close eye on him," Rosy answered. They got to the room, and Kendrick dropped everything and turned to Lyon, "Do you like it?" "It's fine; I love it," Lyon replied, walking around and checking everything out. "Okay, Lyon, try getting familiar with your room first. We will be back." Rosy informed him, and he responded with a nod. Rosy and Kendrick walked to their room, which was like the next door, and when they got inside, Kendrick sat on the bed staring at Rosy as he waited for an explanation.