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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 wooden stake came to hit her in speed, and though Julie had raised her hand, she felt no change in her body, there was no burst of energy that came from her to stop the wooden stake from attacking her. Not knowing what else to do, she swatted the wood with her hand, which in turn nipped and grazed her palm. 

"Ugh," Julie winced in pain, gritting her teeth. 

"You need to focus on it, Julianne," advised her grandfather, who had taken himself to move towards one of the trees and leaned his back against it. "Anyone can tell that your mind is all over the place. Focus just on the wood and try to channel your soul energy." 

"I would have done it if I knew how to do it," Julie muttered under her breath. 

"Again!" ordered her grandfather, and upon the older witch's words, Cillian picked up three wooden stakes in his hand. 

Julie brought her palm in front of her face, noticing the scratches on it.