New Era University Dormitory Novels & Stories

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She hails a cab and goes tells the driver the address of her destination. After sometime she reaches her destination and was standing outside the gate of her university where her new life will start, a life that completely belongs to her, a life in which she will not compromise anymore or will stay away from every distraction. She enters in the university and goes to the main board where many students were already present she looks for her name so that she can see her dormitory's room number. She finds her name and her room no. was 719. Anya follows other students who were also going for their respective dormitories. Many students lives in dormitories or some buys different apartments with t

"Kieran, tactical assessment of the compound?" "Three primary buildings, communal living structure in the center. Maya's been assigned to the east dormitory, second floor, third room. Two disciples guard the dormitory entrance at night, but they rotate hourly. We have a seven-minute window during rotation change." Everything was as planned. But plans never survived first contact with reality—I'd learned that from our parents.

Maybe that’s what happens when you spend four years always expecting the worst. The woman’s reply was instant. “Positive, dear. Don’t you want to know what you’ve won?” “Um, sure. What did I win?” “You’ve won a brand-new dorm in our state-of-the-art facility. Of course, you’ll still have roommates, but you’ll have all of the privacy you need as well. Think of it as a large apartment with several bedrooms, and bathrooms. You’ll be sharing the kitchen and living area with four other students.” She gushed, “Alpha Oliver has already enrolled you in your first semester here, so I imagine the prospect of your own dorm is very exciting! I do need a verbal confirmation that you accept in order to ge

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.

“As for Felix and Johan, you’d be surprised to hear that they’ve officially taken over the Class E dormitory completely. Those in the lower-class dormitory have either evacuated like the ones you took in or have to live miserably there. Murder might not be allowed, but slavery and bullying aren’t against the rules. I think they’ve decided never to leave that place now that they’ve trashed it up really good.” Paling, Zen wondered how bad the area looked with that level of destruction. Class E dormitories were officially an unlivable zone. Unlike Class A, which required considerable effort to maintain its ranking, Class E was a strategic dead-last destination that was effortless to achieve. Th

Zane said from beside me. It was. And if that was what the main yard looked like at this hour, I didn’t particularly want to be around in broad daylight. Zane and I stayed there for another moment, studying the campus. I didn’t spot any of the wolfless, which was concerning. The dorms were quieter than usual. Every bed was perfectly made with hospital corners. Everything was spotless. No one was sitting on the furniture in the lounge or making shitty bagels for breakfast or coming in hungover from being out too late the night before.

Promise not to break anything. The RA had taken one look at our rings, our graying temples, the laugh lines that hadn’t been there ten years ago, and just sighed, “Twenty minutes. Don’t break anything. And don’t scare the freshmen.” We closed the door. Locked it. The dorm room smelled exactly the same stale carpet, faint bleach from last summer’s cleaning, the stubborn undercurrent of teenage boy sweat that never quite leaves cinder-block walls no matter how many air fresheners get sprayed. The current occupants were out probably at the dining hall or the library and the space looked both eerily familiar and completely foreign. New posters on the walls. Different bedding. A mini-fridge hummi

They walked past a few barracks and eventually came to barracks J. “Here we are! Barracks J, your room is number four, bunk four. I don’t think you have any roommates at the moment, so the room and shower should be all yours.” Zane pondered this in excitement, wondering how it would feel to sleep in a bed again. Daniels handed him a key, this was most likely the key to the door of the dorm. It looked like a house key but had the number four engraved on it, he looked at it very excitedly. He couldn’t wait for a shower and a chance to clean his clothes. He looked at the dorm; it was a three story building.

They were well aware that their parents will never support them and they will eventually discard them as their children. All five of them were going through this mental breakdown. From tomorrow they'll have to start their new lives , a life which will be only for humanity. Night 9 pm. In the dinning hall of University A place which was designed in futuristic attire with all carved in glass. The lights were so bright that it didn't seem like it was night, it felt like a bright day. And the pair of cameras all over the hall was like many security guards keeping an eye on them. Life there was complicated.