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.”

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.

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.

"This is not her room. Alpha Miles has made no such arrangements." The girl's eyes widen with alarm. "She says—" Before she can finish, the door swings open fully, and Miss Roxy strides in, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Two omegas follow behind her, struggling with her heavy suitcases. "Well, well," Roxy says, surveying the bedroom with satisfaction. Her eyes drift over the king-sized bed, the elegant furnishings, the personal items that still speak of Luna Rhea's existence here. "So this is where I will be staying. It is nicer than I expected."

Ares POV Morning came thin and colorless, as if the dawn itself feared to choose a side. Mist lay heavy over the stronghold; the banners on the walls hung damp and still. Inside the council hall, the smell of cold wax and smoke lingered a memory of lightning that refused to fade. The elders were already gathered when I entered. Rowan stood near the fire, his staff striking the stones with each slow breath. Beside him sat three councilors I didn’t recognize new voices summoned overnight. That alone told me everything.

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.

Grey doesn’t answer but she could tell he wanted to say something to her and he couldn’t do it while jane was there. “You mean to tell me that your roommate is a girl?” Jane asked folding her hands across her chest suspiciously. “NO!” “Yes.” Both grey and Harley answered simultaneously. Jane stared at the both of them with her eye brows raised in confusion. “Which is it?” Jane asked, and while Harley opened her mouth to answer, Grey pinched her to stop talking. “Like I said, Harley is drunk, I went to pick her up from this party she attended last night, so she’s probably hangover and might have forgotten that I am her roommate.” Grey clarified.

Rose My eyes widen in surprise before sitting up straight—looking around at my surroundings. For some reason, I feel like I don't realise the room I'm in. Frowning, I run my fingers through my hair as I look down at my clothes, seeing that I'm in a plain white shirt and a pair of shorts. No surprise there. He must've undressed me. Did something happen last night?