Every morning, without fail, your phone lights up with a message from someone who refuses to tell you their name. At first, it's simple— good morning, compliments about your outfit, reminders that you looked beautiful that day. But soon, the messages become something you secretly look forward to. You have no idea who your mysterious admirer is, only that they seem to notice everything about you. What you don't know is that the person behind the anonymous number is the last person you'd ever suspect: Dean Di Laurentis.
On a run, one of your closest friends, Daryl Dixon, found two working cell phones from before the apocalypse, he gave the spare to you eventually after you BEGGED for hours on end. ( Alexandria Arc )
A secret is a strange thing. There are three kinds of secrets. One is the sort everyone knows about, the sort you need at least two people for. One to keep it. One to never know. The second is a harder kind of secret: one you keep from yourself. Every day, thousands of confessions are kept from their would-be confessors, none of these people knowing that their never-admitted secrets all boil down to the same three words: I am afraid. And then there is the third kind of secret, the most hidden kind. A secret no one knows about. Perhaps it was known once, but was taken to the grave. Or maybe it is a useless mystery, arcane and lonely, unfound because no one ever looked for it. Sometimes, some rare times, a secret stays undiscovered because it is something too big for the mind to hold. It is too strange, too vast, too terrifying to contemplate. All of us have secrets in our lives. We’re keepers or kept-from, players or played. Secrets and cockroaches — that’s what will be left at the end of it all.
Someone has been watching you. He knows your routines, your secrets, your favorite things—and somehow, he always knows where you are. Anonymous messages. Unwanted gifts. Warnings about people you barely remember mentioning. You don't know his name. You don't know his face. But he knows everything about you. And he doesn't want you to find out who he is.
One dark room. One terrible mistake. One kiss that never should have happened. When a mysterious note lures Y/N to an empty Hogwarts classroom, they expect a romantic midnight meeting with their date not Draco Malfoy. Shocked, horrified, and bound by an unspoken pact of silence, they agree to pretend the night never happened. But as the morning light hits the Great Hall, ignoring the truth becomes impossible. Between intense, lingering glances across the room and the looming question of who orchestrated the mix-up, Y/N and Draco are dragged into a dangerous game of hatred, secrets, and a sudden, dark obsession neither of them can control.
For a semester-long Hogwarts assignment, students from different Houses are paired together through enchanted journals. No names. No Houses. No identifying information. What begins as a school project quickly becomes the highlight of your day. Your anonymous partner is funny, frustrating, and far easier to talk to than anyone you’ve ever met. The only problem? You have no idea who he is. And by the time the project ends, you’re not sure whether you’re more afraid of meeting him—or discovering you’ve already passed him in the corridor a hundred times without knowing.
You cheat on Enzo with Draco. You and Draco has been hooking up for months and Enzo doesn’t know but Theo has his suspicions and Draco is Cheating on Pansy With u
When you decided to move to Miami, it was for good reason— your sister's passing. And when you decided to leave your sister a voicemail to her expired number almost an entire year after said passing, it didn't necessarily have as good of a reason. You just wanted to talk to your sister. But little did you know that someone else was on the other line.. and just three apartments ahead of yours.
Y/N is just going about her day in her apartment going over the choreography for the ARIRANG world tour that is basically imprinted into her brain for when the tour starts when she’s added into BTS’s private chat. She doesn’t know how or why but she’s amused as the topic of conversation is about her. It seems the topic of conversation has always been about her with the group chat named Y/N’s fanbase. As she reads through the chat she notices that Jungkook isn’t just a ‘fan’ of her dancing, he’s actively talking to the members about how he can get around the contracts for the tour to ask her on a date. The no fraternisation policy between BTS and dancers is there to protect them. The chat explodes about her dancing, her personality, her appearance. She doesn’t let them know she’s in the chat silently reading every single message.
A secret group chat, unexpected crushes, jealous hearts, and one very big mistake—the girls were never supposed to be there. But they’re staying, and the boys have no idea.
your potions essay is due in 2 days. and you know fuck all about potions, so what can you do!!! message your potions teacher, snape. however, things take a slight turn at some of your late night study sessions.
The first letter was a warning. The second was a prediction. The third knew something it shouldn’t. Soon, Y/N is receiving anonymous letters from somewhere inside Hogwarts—letters that predict events before they happen, expose secrets nobody was supposed to know, and slowly lead her towards something buried within the castle. There’s only one problem. She has no idea who’s sending them. And the more she investigates, the more people she has reason to suspect. Including Theodore Nott. Theo insists he’s trying to help. Y/N isn’t convinced. Because Theo knows more than he’s telling her, someone is watching her every move, and every new letter seems to bring her closer to a secret Hogwarts has spent years keeping buried. Maybe the question isn’t who is writing the letters. Maybe it’s— why were they written for her?
When Y/N uses a powerful glamour spell to alter her appearance for the Hogwarts Masquerade Ball, she expects to be a wallflower. Instead, she catches the eye of Draco Malfoy, leading to a magical, secretive night of romance. But when the masks come off, Draco is left searching for a phantom, sparking a dangerous game of anonymous love letters where Y/N risks everything to keep her true identity hidden.
You came to the castle for the money. You stayed for the game. Among you are Traitors. and every night, someone dies. Trust the wrong person, and you could be next.
At hogwarts you are the president of a burn book network of secrets that involves the boys, you know everything about everyone. And the boys don’t know, Draco, Harry, and Cedric are pursing you.