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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

Sailing ship at the dock

Julie quietly ate the meal that was specifically bought for her. While taking a bite from the sandwich, she noticed how everyone at the table was quiet. Roman hadn't spoken a word, but he did continue to sit next to her. Her friends, who had returned to the table, had been surprised seeing Roman sitting at the table. 

Leaning towards Roman, Julie asked him, "Your friends aren't going to wait for you?" 

Roman, who was sipping the coke, turned his gaze to look at her. He had one of his hands pulled back to rest on the chair like the delinquent he was. 

"They know why I am here," responded Roman nonchalant, but his attention was on her. "I am sure they will survive without me."

"You aren't eating anything," Julie pointed out, realizing how he barely ate anything except the chips and coke. How did he maintain his body eating and drinking that? She asked in her mind. "Research says that having coke all the time is not healthy."