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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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Wallows of the dorm

Noticing the tall and dark shadow of someone behind the window of her room, Julie felt a sheen of sweat form on her forehead. She didn't see how the window was unlocked, and now it was left slightly ajar. 

The person didn't completely open the window or did a hand appear to sneak through the little gap to pick up her letter. On seeing the outline of the person's shadow, Julie turned worried. She had believed it to be Roman, but when the shadow moved closer, she noticed the person behind the window had the face of a bird. 

It was similar to the costume that she had seen during the day of the Hallow. 

The person continued to stand there, and so did Julie on the other side, her heart starting to thunder when the shadow went to hold the window with its hand. But it wasn't just any hand. The hand looked like sticks but, at the same time, defined. Until now, Julie had never seen anything like that.