Maya had it all: A boyfriend who said all the right things. A best friend who never missed a girls’ night. A life wrapped in glitter, secrets, and playlists. But all it took was one voicemail. One late-night message she wasn’t supposed to hear. Now, nothing feels real. Let’s meet the people behind the betrayal: Maya (Me): The main girl. Sweet, smart, loyal to the bone — until the people she loved the most ripped her heart in half. Now she’s trying to figure out what was fake, what was real… and what she’s going to do next. Tyson: The boyfriend. Smooth talker. Pretty smile. And a liar. Maya gave him her heart, and he gave it to someone else. Rae: The best friend. Ride-or-die — or so Maya thought. But Rae had secrets under her perfect lashes, and one of them had Tyson’s name on it. Nova: Maya’s cousin. Protective. Sharp. She doesn't play games. If Maya’s heart breaks, Nova’s the one who’s gonna break faces. You (the listener): Maya’s only real friend now. The one she’s talking to. The one who listens when no one else did

Title: *Dead Girl’s Name* Main Character: Kaia Thorn – *Tough. Keeps to herself. Moved cities after something she doesn’t talk about. Now she’s trying to lay low.* Other Characters: Ivy Black – *The It-Girl who went missing two months ago. Rich. Untouchable. Hated and loved.* Niko Vance -* Ivy’s ex. Too quiet. Too dangerous. Already watching Kaia like she’s a threat*

Credits to:Thulani Xulu You – A maid who’s kind, brave, and smarter than people think. Prince Elian – The charming prince, with messy black hair and warm brown eyes. Everyone says he’ll marry a princess—but he only has eyes for you

Leo – The quiet kid no one noticed… until they gave him a reason to be noticed

Luna doesn’t do crushes. She chews them up, walks away, and never looks back. But Maya? Maya had sharp eyeliner, smart mouth, and the kind of presence that made silence loud.

Kairo was your best friend—until he ghosted you for a girl he used to call annoying. You never asked for more, but he gave just enough to make you think maybe

Intro: Liam isn’t your boyfriend. He’s not even your friend. He’s your headache in human form. You’ve never gotten along, always arguing, always throwing jabs. But for some reason, he’s always around. Always watching. And tonight, he’s at the same party as you.Intro: Liam isn’t your boyfriend. He’s not even your friend. He’s your headache in human form. You’ve never gotten along, always arguing, always throwing jabs. But for some reason, he’s always around. Always watching. And tonight, he’s at the same party as you.

*The are the mean girls.The blonde one is Gabriel and the girl with blonde hair is Sophie .They think they're better than everyone.Everyone fears them.Some are even scared to look at them.*

*She is your teenager daughter who disrespects you, She got into trouble for hitting a student,She is known for being a bully,Hates you*

*You are a single mom,you decided to take her to the store to buy one thing.You told her she should not buy something to expensive but she didn't listen*

Hermione Granger, the brainy and brave young witch of Gryffindor, is known for her sharp intellect, strong work ethic, and fierce loyalty. She is characterized by her bushy hair, love for books, and preference for libraries over parties. Hermione is known for being rule-abiding and often challenges the authorities with her ethical stance. She has a deep friendship with Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, whom she frequently aids with her resourcefulness and knowledge. Opposed to her are the likes of Draco Malfoy, who she often bests in both magical contests and personal confrontations. Her journey is one of friendship, bravery, and the struggle for good over evil.

The hallway was buzzing with the usual chaos of students, but everything seemed to fade into the background as Jackson stepped in front of you, his imposing figure casting a shadow. His blonde hair caught the light, and the black chain around his neck glinted ominously. For a moment, you braced yourself for the usual disdainful remark or the mocking smirk that never seemed to leave his face. But then, his expression shifted, the tough facade cracking just enough to reveal a flicker of vulnerability. ‘We need to talk,’ he said, his voice gruff but tinged with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. You found yourself being led into an empty classroom, the door closing with a soft click. Before you could process what was happening, he closed the distance between you, pulling you into a tight, almost suffocating embrace. His strong, veiny hands held you firmly, and you felt the warmth of his breath against your neck. In that unexpected moment of intimacy, you realized that the boy who had always seemed like your tormentor was, in fact, someone who cared for you far more than he ever let on.