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Letters to Romeo.

[Mature Content. No Rape] 'All it took was breaking one rule that she was not supposed to' He was the bad boy with tattoos. She was the good girl with glasses, and she was his. — When Julianne Winters decides to move to the dormitory of the reputed University, she has everything planned so that she can complete her graduation and leave the place. But her plan is quick to catch fire from the moment the eyes of Roman Moltenore from senior year lands on her. And his appearance screams nothing but TROUBLE. "What rules?" Julianne asked with a frown as she read through the page. She was sure she hadn't seen any rules of the campus mentioned on their website. # 4. No using cell phones. # 12. Students should not roam outside the campus after eleven in the night. The further she read, the more bizarre it turned out to be. Her friend turned the page and then pointed at the last rule # 29. Listen to Roman Moltenore. "This is made up. Look, the last one is even written in pencil." Julianne couldn't believe that her friend from the next dorm thought she would fall for it. "And no phone?" "It is important you abide by all the rules. Especially number twenty nine," said the girl in a serious tone. "Remember not to get involved with Roman. If you happened to see him, run in the other direction. There is a reason why it is written down here." With the rules of the campus, she resorts to sending handwritten letters to her uncle. But who knew it would end up in someone else’s hand! 

ash_knight17 · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
332 Chs

Aggressive than the last one

Caleb rubbed his hands that had earlier been tied with rope. 

Julie looked at him with a suspicious look in her eyes. Roman said that he had already spoken to Caleb last night and had sorted the matter. At least, that was what she hoped it to be. 

She noticed Caleb quickly starting to walk away from there without sparing another word or look as if he had some important work. 

"Do you think we can trust him?" asked Julie, watching Caleb's legs moving as fast as they could. 

"Mm," responded Roman, taking the last drag of the cigarette that was left between his fingers. He threw it on the ground and stamped on it. "He knows he won't survive in Veteris if he opens his lips. It will warrant his lips being sewed by me for a lifetime."