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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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Too close

Melanie pushed his hand away from her mouth and whispered, "What the hell are you doing here? You were supposed to be in Veteris."

"I was, but then I got bored and I left. Why do you ask?" asked Simon, as if he hadn't bothered to mention that he was nearby and had entered her room to give her a surprise. 

"What do you mean 'why?', you are in my room and my parents are right outside," she spoke in a low voice and went to the door, turning the lock so that her parents wouldn't catch them. "Leave right now." 

"No," Simon sang. Walking to her bed, he laid down. "I didn't get to poke fun at you for the whole day, do you know how sick I was? I haven't had blood since you left. It is that serious," he then patted the space next to him on the bed. 

Melanie gritted her teeth. Not complying with Simon's words, she said, "I am serious, Simon—"