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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! 

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Letting go of what matters

When the bell to the Winter's residence rang, Julie walked to the door while slightly opening the door, not knowing if Roman was back or if it was some neighbour who had come to visit her uncle and aunt. 

She noticed three tall men wearing black suits, and they looked as if they were officers. For a moment, her blood ran cold at the thought that someone had informed about what happened. But then she heard the man at the front speak, 

"Is this Winter's residence?" 

Julie nodded her head, "Is there someone you are looking for?" 

The man at the front had peppered black and white hair, his physique lean and his cheeks hollower than his other companions. He replied, "I was here on Mr. Oscar's words. Heard there was someone that needed to be picked up." 

"That would be by my word," came Donovan's words from behind Julie, and she turned around before stepping away from the door.