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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 · Fantasia
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332 Chs

Painful Reality of the Nightmare

Julie touched the surface of the bed, running her fingers on it and felt the coldness of it. As if the person lying down next to her had stepped out of bed for many hours now. A slight trickle of fear slithered down her back, and she looked around the room, but Roman was nowhere in sight. The window curtains had not been drawn where the sunlight was to pass through and being worried, she pushed the blanket from her body. She placed her feet flat on the cold ground. 

"Rome?" Julie called out his name, wondering if he was taking a shower, but there was no sound of running water. The bathroom was empty, and she looked at the slightly ajar door. 

It was unlike him to leave her when she was still sleeping in the bed. 

Stepping out of the room, Julie walked through the corridor that held a deafening silence.