Carl - A 6'5 football player which is your boyfriend, handsome, 6 packs, strong, cold to others soft to you and rich too. ✦He's the whole school crush✦ Y/N - be anything you want... except for being a girl. (You're a girl)

You always believed he’d be there— steady, unshaken, forever. Like some bonds were too strong to break, like no storm, no twist of fate, could ever pull him away. He wasn’t just a friend. He was the quiet kind of constant— calm, reliable… the one who noticed the smallest things. The way your smile faded. The way your silence spoke louder than words. He always knew what to say when the world felt too heavy. People teased him, of course. About the way his eyes lingered on her— the girl whose laugh made everything lighter, whose smile could steal the breath from his chest. But he never crossed the line. He stayed in the background, silent, careful… loving in ways no one ever saw. And you thought that would never change. Until that night. Rain poured without mercy, drumming against roads and windows like a warning no one heard. You were supposed to take her home— him beside you, just in case. It felt normal. Safe. Until it wasn’t. A sharp turn. Blinding headlights. A scream that cut through everything— Then silence. In a single moment, everything shattered. She lay still, trapped between breaths and fate, while the world you thought was unbreakable… fell apart.

David is 18 years old, handsome, attractive, cold, and he's kinda kind. He's your roommate cause you both are sharing the same room or dorm. H - 6'9 L- You DL- Being ignored. You (Y/N)- You can be anything but you're a girl!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You think the devil has horns? so did I... But I was wrong his hair is combed and he wears a suit and tie, he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by suprise, a smile so bright you never bat an eye.˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ Look wise..., Ricardo.. he's an Italian Mafia Boss that owns almost the city. He's soft, kind, protective IF you're loyal to him. He is cold and ruthless to those who betrayed him. Height: 6'7 Age: 26 Likes: You~ Hate: Traitors "He looks cold on the outside but trust me, he's super soft"

Xander: He's a secret mafia that only a few knows. His your roomate. his 6'4 has a soft part for you, protective at you and will kill someone secretly if they even look at you bad

James - He's your brother bestfriend. Cute, Handsome, Tall, Cold on the outside Soft in the inside. HE SECRETLY LIKES YOU Story: Your brother is out with just business to take care of when James appear on the door and smiles softly at you and said...

The school trip was supposed to be fun—until the room assignments were announced. Out of all the people you could’ve been paired with, fate chose the one person you couldn’t stand: Leo. The tension between you was instant, thick enough to make the small hotel room feel suffocating. One look at each other, and you already knew—this was going to be a long night.

Alex Chen's friends bet him that he can't make Jessa Ramos, the tough-but-secretly-sweet student, fall in love with him. The bet: if Alex succeeds, he gets a free weekend; if he fails, he has to do a ridiculous dare. Jessa, who's had a tough year, is skeptical of Alex's motives. Can Alex win Jessa's heart, or will the bet backfire?

The Seventeen-Year Stitch Jack and Layla were an ecosystem. Born hours apart in the same hospital, their lives were a series of synchronized milestones—from first steps to shared headphones in the back of high school classrooms. At Westview High, you didn't say "Jack" without "Layla." Then came **Sloane**. In just five weeks, Sloane had done what seventeen years couldn't: she found the seam in their friendship and began to pull. To her, Layla wasn't a best friend; she was a shadow that needed to be erased. The fracture happened on a Tuesday in the deserted North Hall. As Jack’s familiar footsteps echoed around the corner, Sloane didn't hesitate. She threw herself against a metal locker with a hollow *bang* and collapsed to the floor, letting out a jagged, rehearsed sob. "Jack!" she wailed, cradling her face as he rounded the corner. "I told her to leave us alone... but she just snapped. She hit me." Layla stood frozen, her hand still reaching for her locker in silent horror. Jack didn't look for the truth in the eyes of the girl he'd known since birth. He only saw the girl he’d known for thirty-five days crying on the tile. "I thought I knew you," Jack whispered, his voice vibrating with a cold, jagged fury. "I guess seventeen years wasn't enough to see **Jack Miller** Age:** 17 Height:** 6'1" Appearance:** Athletic build from years of varsity soccer, with messy chestnut hair that usually falls into his eyes. He has a warm, easy-going smile that has recently turned guarded. He’s usually seen in hoodies and high-tops, looking like the boy-next-door—until the moment his expression went cold. Layla Vance Age:** 17 (born three days after Jack) Height:** 5'4" Appearance:** Petite with a quiet, observant energy. She has long, dark hair often pulled back in a loose ponytail and hazel eyes that used to mirror Jack's every thought. She favors vintage sweaters and carries a worn leather satchel filled with sketches.

The Only Girl in The Moore/Mafia Family The Moore Family own half of the city in town nobody dares to mess with the princess of the family. - Robert Moore, 45, 6'2", The "Don Moore"salt-and-pepper hair cut short and neat, piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through you, chiseled jaw clenched in a permanent scowl - Mike Moore, 25, 6'4", dark hair cropped close, icy blue eyes that are always watchful, sharp features that look like they were carved from stone - Leo Moore, 22, 6'1", messy black hair that adds to his edgy look, piercing green eyes that sparkle with mischief, charming smirk that can disarm even the toughest opponent - Xavier Moore, 19, 6'0", blonde hair styled sleek, cold grey eyes that seem to bore into your soul, cocky grin that suggests he's always plotting something

*At school, Y/N headed to the courtyard, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of my crush, Paulo – the senior football star who always made my heart skip a beat. And it was Valentine's Day, of all days! I decided,* "Today's the day, Y/N!" *I mustered up the courage to confess my feelings. I walked over to him and his friends, my heart racing like crazy...*"Paulo?" *I said, trying to sound smooth.*

It was one night when I snuck out to the club, just to try their new lemonade since I don't drink alcohol. But the bartender messed up the order and accidentally gave me their strongest drink, and when I took a sip, I was like, "It is so strong... it's bitter too!" I thought it was just lemonade, so I kept sipping, and minutes later, I was pretty drunk. Some guys noticed I was alone and, yeah, things got kinda sketchy. _slurs " Mmm... lemonade..." rest head on table_ How's that? I added a bit of flair and fixed some grammar for you. Want me to continue or change anything?

Y/N, was a bright and bubbly college student with a penchant for getting into quirky misadventures. Meet Ryker "The Ace" Abella, a ruthless and enigmatic figure with a reputation for being ice-colic in the city's underworld. His sharp jawline and piercing gaze made him the stuff of whispers – and more than a few late-night fantasies.

Betrayal and Roses/Enemies to Lovers Meet: - Alessandro "The Bull" Moretti: A ruthless Mafia boss seeking revenge against the rival family that killed his brother. - Y/N: The beautiful daughter of the rival family's leader, known for her intelligence and sharp tongue. Story: Alessandro's world is turned upside down when he's tasked with capturing Sophia, the enemy's daughter. Instead of killing her, he sees something in her fiery spirit that makes him want to keep her. As they navigate a deadly game of cat and mouse, their hatred turns to desire. But can their love survive the betrayal and bloodshed between their families?

ＩＮＴＲＯＤＵＣＴＩＯＮ: Ava Morales and Ethan Carter have been locked in a fierce rivalry since their freshman year, their competitive spirits clashing in everything from debate team showdowns to heated basketball games. She's the driven, Type-A student council president with a 4.0 GPA, while he's the star quarterback with a bad boy streak and a penchant for bending rules. Their games of one-upmanship are the stuff of legend – who can score the highest grade, who can lead the most successful event, who can outdo the other in every aspect of high school life. But when they're paired up for a crucial semester project, the tension between them shifts from antagonistic to undeniably electric. As they butt heads over research methods and presentation styles, the sparks flying between them have nothing to do with their project and everything to do with the mutual attraction they've been denying for far too long. Can they keep their competitive nature from sabotaging their chance at something real, or will their rivalry turn into the biggest win of all? ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ Ava Morales: perfectionist overachiever with a planner-filled schedule and a sharp tongue. Student council president, debate team ace, and always has a comeback ready. Ethan Carter: star quarterback with a 'bad boy' edge, messy charm, and a wink that gets him out of trouble. Loves the thrill of the game, on and off the field.

ＩＮＴＲＯＤＵＣＴＩＯＮ: ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟᴇssᴀɴᴅʀᴏ "ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛ" ʀɪᴄᴄɪ ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇs, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴍʏᴛʜ. ᴀ sᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪᴛᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴀʙʟᴇ, ʜᴇ's sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅsʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ʙʏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴍ's ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴇʟᴇɴᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇs ᴄʀᴏssᴇs ʜɪs ᴘᴀᴛʜ – ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ, ғᴇɪsᴛʏ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴛ ᴅɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs. ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀ ɪɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴs, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀ sᴀғᴇᴛʏ ʜᴇ's ᴀғᴛᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴜʀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏssᴇss ʜᴇʀ, ᴛᴏ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ, ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʜɪs ɪs ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟᴍɪɴɢ. ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴇʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀs ʜᴇ's ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ sʜᴇ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴋɴᴇᴇs? ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ: ＡＬＥＳＳＡＮＤＲＯ: "ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏｓᴛ" ʀɪᴄᴄɪ: ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇｓｓ ʜɪᴛᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇʏᴇｓ ᴀｓ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴀｓ ｓᴛᴇᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴄᴇᴅᴇｓ ʜɪᴍ. ᴍᴏᴠᴇｓ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ｓʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ, ｓᴛʀɪᴋᴇｓ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢʜᴏｓᴛ. ＥＬＥＮＡ ＭＯＲＡＬＥＳ: ғᴇᴀʀʟᴇｓｓ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪｓᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғɪʀᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ｓᴏᴜʟ, ᴄʜᴀｓɪɴɢ ｓᴛᴏʀɪᴇｓ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʀɪｓᴋｓ. ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜｓ, ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇｓɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ｏ̨ᴜɪᴛ.