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

Porcupine as the husband

After Julie stepped inside the Dormitorium, she went straight to her dorm as Melanie was still attending classes where there were two more to go. 

Roman had made her walk all around the forest of Willow Creek, and she was tired. Tired of walking, of having the alien scare her to death and the spider that she had tried to maintain distance from. She was glad that Roman had not insisted on making her hold his beloved pet's child. But then Julie realized it would be unlike him to force her. Sure he liked to elicit reactions from her, but she doubted he ever meant actual harm to her. 

Unlocking the dorm door, she pushed it open, stepping in and closing the door. 

It was very unlike her to skip classes, but it was also very unlike for people to help or be thoughtful about her. She hung the bag at the back of the chair before stretching her hands and body.