Mha Dorms Novels & Stories

Her light skin still a slight shade of pink as she glances at me. I'm getting more agitated as I think of all the hell this girl could cause for the camp....and for me. We separate the groups into dorm building one. It's two to a room. We march them in and direct them to their rooms. The rooms are small. Two beds and a couple of desks. Small closets. The showers, change rooms and laundry are all coed and on the first floor. Mates can share a room, but singles can't share with the opposite sex. So, they're divided into boy and girl groups.

She stands up, smoothing down her immaculate shadow-woven dress. "I do not teach freshmen. But if you manage to survive and prove yourselves exceptional by your senior year...you might earn a spot in my class. Now, go to the dormitories. The Head Warden will assign your rooms. You can pick up the rest of your supplies from your teacher tomorrow." --- The Academy dormitories are massive, towering skyscrapers that look more like luxury hotels than student housing. Rooms are double-occupancy, and the administration assigns them based on Awakeners' Alignments. Keeping similar alignments together reduces the chances of students murdering each other in their sleep.

I mumbled. “This is the South Wing,” Lara said softly, voice mechanical like she’d memorized the speech. “Most of the dorms are located here. You’ll be staying in Section C, which is mostly first-years. The North Wing houses the arena, the armory, and most training grounds. The East Wing is for the scholars, and the West is restricted unless permitted.” She kept talking and I zoned out. Because what the hell was this? Some Hogwarts-Meets-Asylum hybrid with gods and monsters thrown in for fun?

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.

The gate slid open to a long vertical drive lined with trimmed floral bushes. I could see the rooftop of an enormous building and was amazed when the entire Academy came into view. “It's huge,” I muttered in surprise. “Yes, it is, Miss. The students live on campus, and the dorms are in that building that looks similar to a motel. I will drop you off at the admissions building and they can direct you from there,” Mr. McCarthy stated firmly. Standing on the sidewalk with my suitcase I marveled at the grand black and golden architecture that radiated luxury and mystery.

Two Kinetic (big) dorms, one for boys and one for girls; then two Potential (small) dorms, one for boys and one for girls as well. Kinetic Dormitories were designed for everyone from all walks of life who wanted to experience the Sinatra life more than ever, or those who were not originally from that city, while the Potential Dormitories were designed for scholarship recipients and such. Mia was one of them. The dorm she's living in was called the Tuberose Potential Dormitory. It was situated near the university's scholarship building and across the Nursing Department, thus making it a perfect place for her. Aside from its ideal distance to her department, it was also an ideal place for ever

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.

Then again, housing four hundred omegas in one building must be difficult even for the archmage. The alpha and omega dormitories were like mansions. There were a total of four levels with each level housing a hundred students. Each room had two students sharing a bunk bed which meant there were at least fifty bedrooms on each level of the dormitory. Even after the orientation tour of the dormitory, Soubi was still lost. Exactly which bathroom did Ringo use? Soubi had checked the fourth bathroom now but his roommate wasn't there. "Whoa! Why are you in such a hurry?" the dorm manager stopped Soubi when he was running in the hallways.

On Saturday, Sam and Simone returned home at noon and in the afternoon, respectively. That evening, the family dined out. After returning, Sam began arranging the next day’s schedule to take Wendy to school. Wendy had secured on-campus housing—luckily, she’d gotten a two-bedroom suite with separate bedrooms. SU offered several dormitory types for undergraduates. The most luxurious were single apartments for athletes on athletic scholarships. Next came suites like Wendy’s—two bedrooms with a small common area. Then there were standard doubles with shared bedrooms, offering no private space.

I couldn't risk losing them. Not now. After the registration was sorted, we headed to the housing office. The campus was sprawling, its vast lawns and towering buildings a maze that had once felt exciting and full of promise. Now, it felt like a trap, where every turn could lead to exposure. Kha and Drake had both been assigned rooms in the same building, large in-suite dorms meant for the school's VIPs. They were practically palaces compared to the standard dorm rooms, and I knew Kha was expecting me to move in with him.