Zoey 101 Room Novels & Stories

Her eye blinked severally before it was shut by the cold darkness. Earl released a sarcastic laughter and carried Zoey to his leisure room, which happens to be around the restroom area. The passage to the room was silent, no one was passing by. He used his leg to kick the door and dump Zoey on the medium bed. He turned on the music and took off his clothes while moving his body along the beat.

Clara Bellamy knew very little about herself, especially when it came to love-not until she met Reese Moreau face-to-face. . . . Join Clara Bellamy as she tries to find her way through Saint Aurelia's University, where the strange traditions makes settling in nearly impossible. But Clara has a habit of finding things she's not supposed to. And lately, it seems Saint Aurelia's has been finding her too. Between a roommate who never knows when to shut up, a university full of secrets, and a girl she can't seem to stay away from, Clara is about to discover that some things are better left buried. Welcome to Saint Aurelia's.

Because there sure couldn't be a happier person than me. Guess all I needed for my life to take a turn for the best was JUST ANOTHER ROOMIE. THE END ❤

“She’ll want to see his room. Just be quiet and go along with what I say, please. I have nowhere else to go, and if they catch on, they’ll force me to move back home to Zachary.” I’d never met Josie’s parents, because I never had a reason, but it shocked me to think her parents were so strict. Josie walked over to Jordan, took off his cap and ruffled his hair. Jordan smirked. “Is this how gay guys wear their hair, Josie?” She shot him daggers. She squealed when she walked into Jordan’s room, and I followed her inside while she tore down a half-naked picture of Kylie Jenner and shoved her underneath his bed. “This isn’t going to work,” she whispered.

Jordan~ The studio is unlocked when I get there, which already puts me in a bad mood. It shouldn’t matter. If anything, it’s convenient. But unlocked means someone else beat me here, means the day started without my permission, means I’m late even when I’m not. I flick the lights on anyway. The room wakes up in sections. Fluorescent strips hum overhead. Dust lifts and settles. There’s this smell of paint and warm plastic plus a faint metallic tang that never fully leaves no matter how often the windows get opened.

With a loud bang, my thoughts snapped back to the present. I looked around. This was the dorm room from my very first day of university. The source of the noise was the bed beside mine—Lucy Windham. She had flung her pillow straight down. It smashed into my thermos. There was water inside; the inner liner shattered on impact. Hot water spilled across the floor, and steam curled upward.

•.• Skylar •.• “I’m Room 16,” Harper said, staring at her phone. “Queens Hall.” She looked up at me. The school had sent out details of students’ dorm rooms and every other vital piece of information through email. “What room are you?” she asked, and I pursed my lips, staring down at my phone. “Room 17…” I was interrupted when Harper shrieked and threw her arms around me. “Our rooms will be right next to each other!” she grinned, and I cocked my head to the side.

Sobbing, she turned and ran back toward the room. Zoe closed her eyes for a brief moment and grabbed her keys from the desk. "Let's go. To 503." When we reached Room 503, the door was half-open, and our other roommate, Miley Roman, could be heard sobbing uncontrollably inside. Zoe pushed the door open. A wave of suffocating heat blasted us, laced with a strange, sour, rancid odor. Katie stood beneath the AC outlet with a pair of scissors in hand. On the floor lay a section of the AC power cord, cleanly snipped in two.

Apart from that I didn't think that the three bedroom apartment was quite spacious. "Wow ... that's great! where's my room?" "Over there, by the kitchen. Do you mind?" "No, I don't mind at all. I can sleep anywhere, hehe ..." "Great!" "Um ... but, I don't know what your name is! I'm Lyra, Lyra Everdeen!" I said as I reached out to shake hand. He stared at me for a moment, expressionless. However, he seemed reluctant to shake hands with me. Do I look sick?

The room spun a little as I carried her up the narrow stairs, her breath tickling my ear. We were both not in our right senses, but I managed to stand my ground and followed the bartender down the hallway to the room, Zoey safe and warm in my arms. The bartender followed just long enough to unlock the door, then stepped aside. "Have fun, kids." He closed it firmly behind us with a click, leaving us alone in the small, dimly lit room. A queen bed dominated the space, sheets rumpled but clean, one lamp casting a warm glow.