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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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Whispers in the night

Roman parked his motorcycle to the side and started to walk in the direction of a building. The place was deserted, with no one on the streets. Once he entered the building, he made his way to where Donovan was, and he could hear his father's steady beating heart. 

Donovan stood in a spacious room with no furniture in it. The entire building had no furniture, as if it had been abandoned for quite some time now. 

"Where is the witch?" questioned Roman, his eyes taking in the sight of the dark painted walls. 

"The witch was supposed to be here," said Donovan, with one hand in his pocket, he walked from one side of the window to another. "Oh dear, Camille. You don't have to be shy with me, look whom I brought along with me today," sang the Elder vampire. 

Roman's eyes quickly moved to the corner, and he noticed a woman step out from the walls. She had curly black hair, her lips holding a grimace, and her eyes fixed on the two vampires.