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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 · Fantasy
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332 Chs

Counseling Session

Julie laid in the bed next to Roman, her fingers intertwined with his fingers while staring at the ceiling of their room. It had been almost three hours since they had gone to bed, and somewhere in between, she had woken up from her short sleep.

Noticing Roman's eyes that were closed, she didn't want to wake him up. As much as vampires didn't fall asleep as the humans did, their bodies still needed rest, and Julie wanted him to have it. 

She quietly stared at the dark ceiling above them, somewhere glad that things hadn't turned as chaotic as she thought it would be. But most of the credits went to Uncle Thomas, who had become the pacifier and diffuser of the situation when it came to her aunt, who had been about to tell something. 

"Unable to sleep?" came Roman's voice from next to her, and Julie turned her head to look at him, where he had opened his eyes, and she noticed they weren't black but red.