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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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332 Chs

Disclosing to the last person

"What was that for?" questioned Conner, staring at Melanie with a deep frown. 

Melanie could feel her blood rushing to her ears and mind, as she tried to think as quickly as she could on what she should do right now. She could hear the words of the person on the other side of the phone. It sounded like Conner's father,

"Hello? Conner, are you there?" the voice came through. 

"Give me the phone, Mel. We need help and this isn't time to waste it. If you want to speak about us going out—" Melanie pressed her finger on the disconnect button of the phone call and Conner's eyes widened. "Mel!

"This isn't about my feelings or your feelings, Conner. There is something I have been wanting to tell you," said Melanie, and Conner slightly shook his head. 

"What is it?" he curiously asked her.