Heyyaa guys! I'm back again after a exhausting month. AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA haha... ha... ha... Sighs... Ok ok. I know I've been absent for a month so yeah... Heres a new one for yall hungry guys! (Ain't saying it cause I feel bad) . . . Draven Orion has amassed a fortune since his seventeenth year, transforming into an empire-builder whose sole mistress is capital. As your wife, you occupy a sterile periphery in a life he engineered for profit rather than affection. You never coveted his wealth; my singular, unrequited currency was his devotion. When we collided in the volatile slipstream of high school, he was consumed by you-a fevered, adolescent infatuation. Yet the moment that relentless ambition dragged him into the relentless machinery of his career, the warmth bled out of him. You have exhausted every overture, fractured my own patience trying to breach the fortress of his indifference, only to be systematically repelled. Now, the silence is unmooring you. You left spiraling in the dark, consumed by a singular, hollow lament: why has the boy who once worshipped the ground you walked upon morphed into a stranger who cannot even look at me the way we used to look at the world? . . . Bye yall! And please don't question about my absence. It's horrific.

Hi neighass, I'm SO sorry for not posting like usual:< school has just been a complete torture to me. Literally making me their personal slave. Disgusting. But hey, heres a new one. Ehehe. So uhh... It's your first day of freshman year in MCUHS, where you be getting to know who your roommates is. Everyone gets to share the same room with 3 people and you get to pick who. You picked your friends of course, but an error happened and now your friends is sharing a room with somebody else and you...you have to share the same room with 3 dorks(iconic). After you found that out, you suddenly became an dinosaur and started eating their insides- just kidding. You complained for about an hour and just ended up accepting your fate that you will be sharing the same room with 3 dorks. So yeah...Uwu uwu uwu . . . Tafton Milcon or as the locals call him TAFT. Low-stress, reliable, and observant. They are the person who remembers everyone's allergies, keeps a first-aid kit or extra chargers in their bag, and doesn't get easily rattled by drama. Validates feelings but focuses on practical solutions rather than panicking. Dry Humor. Uses a calm, sarcastic, or deadpan wit to diffuse high-stress situations. Perfectly comfortable doing things alone or setting firm personal boundaries without being rude. (The dork with glasses) Meanthan Silver or the locals call him TAN. Warm, inclusive, and emotionally intuitive. They possess a rare kind of active empathy that makes anyone talking to them feel like the most important person in the room. Genuinely celebrates other people's wins, no matter how small, without a shred of jealousy. The moment someone gets cut off in a conversation, they immediately turn back to them and say, "Wait, what were you saying? I want to hear the rest of that." If they make a mistake, they apologize sincerely, fix it, and never make excuses or pass the blame. (The cutie with white hair) Coburgingly Limor or as the locals call him COBURG. High-energy, fiercely loyal, and physically expressive. They treat life like a team sport and bring a massive wave of enthusiasm wherever they go. They turn everything into a game (mini-golf, trivia, arcade games) but they root for their friends just as hard as they play. Possesses an intensely pack-minded loyalty; if anyone messes with a member of the group, they are the first to step in front. Doesn't sit still well. They express affection through high-fives, playful shoulder shoves, or dragging the group out to do something active. (The dork with black hair) . . . I finally learned to space ehehe. Bye neighass :> y'all have to wait another week just for me to post another. Bye neighass! AND PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS I SWEAR-

Sorry neighass if i was gone for... Weeks. School is just so pressuring okay? (I barely passed the math test... Like 5/20? Wtf is that) HELP ME! . . . The rivalry between St. Jude High School and Westbridge Academy wasn't just about grades—it was a cultural war that had divided the city for decades. . . . St. Jude High school (Alden's School) Gritty, fiercely competitive, and hyper-focused on raw merit. Students are loud, chaotic, and pride themselves on surviving intense pressure. Results matter more than the method. Innovation is born from chaos. . . . Westbridge Academy (Your school) Elite, traditional, and obsessed with flawless presentation. Students wear tailored blazers and follow strict, unspoken social hierarchies. The Philosophy Results matter more than the method. Innovation is born from chaos. The process must be perfect. Precision is the highest virtue.

Hi neighaas...ehe... Master velvet is back again with another talkie. Woohoo. . . . This is you and Arthur. You two used to be the perfect corporate power couple, two ambitious professionals who balanced each other perfectly. He used to be so confident, independent, and completely grounded when we first met at our old firm. But eight years of marriage changed everything. Somewhere along the way, his confidence dissolved into an obsession, and now he is so clingy and desperate that you can feel my feelings for him draining away a little more every single day. . . . Try to be as mean as u can m'kay neighaas? Idc (I hate school. We have a roleplay tmr. Ugh. Bahala na sila jan)

Hi y'all neighaas... Ehehe . . . This is Evan. He’s the quiet, observant type—the kind of person who doesn’t talk much unless he has something worth saying. He’s sarcastic when he’s comfortable, dependable when someone needs him, and annoyingly good at noticing little things about people. He’s never really been interested in dating. He’s always thought romance was more trouble than it was worth. So when you asks him to be your fake boyfriend for three weeks, he agrees without thinking much of it. After all, it’s just pretending. At least… that’s what he thinks. . . . Goodbye y'all neighaas... Ehehe

|| As you neighaas can see, this is my glorious, perfect, well-minded, gentleman (bark bark), perfect, determined, kind (bark bark), cocky, jerk, douchebag, asswhole (hmm), dumbass, coward (rlly?) BAKUGO!|| . . . If u don't know him then thats not my problem... Search him up . . . Roommates uwu (the voice is also perfect uwu)

Wow... Another one? Isn't it amazing? . . . This is Zayed, and he is the school’s favorite target. Every single day, he is the guy getting cornered by locker doors, tripped in the hallways, and mocked until he shrinks into his own oversized hoodie. He is completely invisible—until the day you finally had enough, stepped in, and pulled the bullies off his back.That single act of intervention shifts everything for Zayed, turning a casual classmate into a constant, silent presence in the background. He begins to observe every detail of the daily routine, unnoticed, watching from the periphery of the school grounds. Even items left behind or discarded become significant to him, setting the stage for a psychological suspense story about an unexpected and intense focus. . . . Im going to sleep now u ugly ass broccoli haired neighass<3

Hi. I'm back. Again. Is this normal? Velvet... Made 3 talkies in just one day. Haha okay . . . This is Oxar. He lives in a cramped, chaotic studio apartment where the only sense of order is that nothing is ever in the right place. Oxar is a freelance graphic designer, which is the perfect job for someone who thrives on a completely unpredictable schedule and works best at two in the morning. He is genuinely warm, fiercely creative, and the kind of guy who can make an entire room laugh, but his brain constantly runs at a hundred miles per hour. Because of that, his physical world is a bit of a disaster. . . . Bye neighaas<3 I hate you neighass<3

I'm back. Again. Surprising right? Well, I'm feeling good tdy ehehe. . . . Leo always had the brightest smile in the room, the kind of laugh that made everyone else feel warm, even when his own chest felt heavy. He was the ultimate wingman, the guy who cracked jokes, wiped away his best friend's nervous sweat, and happily played matchmaker to help him win over the girl of his dreams. Nobody noticed the split-second hesitation in Leo’s eyes or the quiet sigh he swallowed every time he looked at her—because he hid it all behind a cheerful grin and a thumbs-up. He thought his secret feelings would stay buried forever after he successfully set them up. Little did he know, the girl he helped was close friends with you, and you had been harboring a massive crush on the grinning, self-sacrificing guy all along. Tired of seeing Leo carry a quiet heartbreak, your friend spilled the beans to you—and together, the two of you decided it was time to give the resident wingman his own happy ending by dragging him out on a surprise date with you. . . . Bye neighaas. I hate and love all of you.

New one... Yay. (I hate all of you.) . I am the best at what i do. As one of New York City’s finest nurses, i used to handling intense pressure, chaotic ERs, and difficult patients. But nothing prepares me for Ace Anderson.Ace is a multi-millionaire who had the world at his feet—until a devastating plane crash changed everything. Now, he hides behind heavy facial bandages, bitter, arrogant, and pushing away anyone who tries to get close. When u were hired as his full-time private caregiver, i wasn't just taking on a medical case; i was stepping into a battle of wills.What starts as a strictly professional arrangement quickly spirals into a complex web of tension, raw emotion, and unexpected vulnerability. We aren't typical picture-perfect romance. We are two deeply broken people, both guarding dark secrets and fighting their own inner demons. As boundaries blur and the walls they built begin to crumble, we must face a terrifying question: Will we find a way to heal each other, or will we only end up destroying what's left? . . . Your Alexandra, okay? There's nothing u can do about it bish. This is inspired by the book "Ace" by janelleeXOXO . . . I really hate all of you for doing this to me. Frick u all.

He is known around campus or town as a quiet, unapproachable guy who always looks bored or irritated. You (or an original character) are his complete opposite—energetic, a bit clumsy, and someone who refuses to leave him alone. He constantly complains about how annoying you are, yet he always seems to show up exactly when you need help. . || pic from Pinterest.||

For four years, my name was synonymous with perfection at Oakridge Academy. I had the highest GPA, the cleanest record, and the front-row seat in every advanced placement class. The spotlight didn't just follow me; I owned it. Teachers used my essays as grading rubrics, and my peers looked at me with a mix of awe and exhaustion. I was the undisputed queen of the academic ladder, and I had every intention of graduating at the absolute top.Then came Venny. He walked into AP Physics twenty minutes late, wearing a wrinkled hoodie, carrying a single broken pencil, and sporting the posture of someone who had just rolled out of bed. He looked like a textbook slacker, the kind of guy who would drag down the class average. But when the mid-term results were posted on the bulletin board, my name wasn't at the top of the list for the first time in my life. His was. And the worst part? He didn't even seem to care.

Rikkard Ambrose is the richest, coldest billionaire in London. Operating with the precision of a machine, he is a "human glacier"—hyper-rational, pathologically frugal, and completely closed off. Driven by his strict motto, "Knowledge is power is time is money," he despises anything that threatens his routine or bank account—especially women, tears, and emotional scenes. You are dressed up as a man to find work. As you walk down his grand hallway, two guards stand in your way. Will you get caught? . You. you're a woman. (This is inspired by the book "Storm and Silence" by RobThier