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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

Time to tip-toe

Melanie lightly glared at Simon's suggestion, and he gave her an innocent look. He asked, "What did I do?"

"Turning them into vampires isn't really a solution. Do you think they would be happy if they found out that you bit them just so that they could come on board with being okay with vampires?" asked Melanie. 

Simon nodded, "I guess. It isn't as bad as what you humans make out to be. Rather it is quite fun. You get to eavesdrop on other people's conversation. You stay young, and you and your rate of death isn't that high unless you don't get blood to feed on." 

"What about depending on blood?" asked Melanie, and Simon leaned towards her, his face came close to her face. 

"We all need food, darling. Else we would starve die," stated Simon, and he sighed at the mention of the food. "You might not have a blood bag in the house, would you?" he asked her.