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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 · 奇幻言情
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Julie shifted her things from her trunk to her backpack, like two pairs of clothes, nightdress, innerwear, and toiletry kit. She hoped not to get caught before leaving Veteris by the vampire Azazel Donovan. 

Slipping her phone in the back pocket of her jeans, Julie was almost done and ready to leave the dorm to visit Mel's room when she heard someone knock on the door. 

"Who is it?" asked Julie, staring at the door while one hand of hers was on the backpack. 

"Ms. Winters," came the poise and polite words of the counsellor, and Julie's eyes widened. 

The blood in her face drained, and she looked back and forth. Oh, God! What was he doing outside her dorm?! Cursing herself, Julie wondered if she should jump outside the window, but the possibility of getting caught was high.