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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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The time of wedding

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"What do you think about this?" asked Olivia, holding two dresses that were peach and lilac in colour and were of similar design. 

Julie, who was talking to the store owner, turned to Olivia and nodded, "I think I like these better than the ones we saw in the other store."

Julie had come with the vampiress and her best friend to shop for Piper's wedding. 

"I think this is a good one indeed," agreed Melanie. 

"Do we have more colors in these? Maybe each of us can wear one color that way," said Julie, and she turned to look at Ms. Dante, who was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. 

Sensing Julie's gaze, Ms. Dante turned to look in her direction and said, "I would prefer it in beige." 

"I would like to pick lilac," Melanie picked the colour.