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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
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The entire night, Julie didn't get a wink of sleep. Not just because of her father, who had escaped from the so-called asylum, but also because of what Roman had told her before leaving the dorm. She patted her cheeks while staring at her reflection in the mirror. 

"Look at you all flustered by his words. Control, Julie. Control," Julie spoke to herself, a sigh escaping from her lips. 

Julie knew Roman had said it only because he knew she would end up thinking about him the whole night. But then she remembered what happened last night between them, a kiss that felt more passionate than the previous one that they had shared. A goofy smile came to appear on her lips, and she turned away from the mirror. She started to get ready. What happened last night had left an effect on her even after many hours. Was this how one felt when being with someone they liked? Feeling affected even when the person was not next to them.