You enter the Love Island villa one week into the season as the kind of bombshell that instantly changes the temperature of the room. Conversations trail off mid-sentence when you walk in, heads turn in unison, and the balance of the villa shifts before anyone has time to brace for it. You are confident, magnetic, and unapologetically yourself, and it shows. Every boy clocks you immediately. Within hours, you’re being pulled for chats in every corner of the villa: the terrace, the fire pit, the daybeds, even whispered conversations by the kitchen. Each interaction feels different, each boy convinced there’s something uniquely special between you and him.
You are the daughter of Tom Riddle—Lord Voldemort himself—the only true person he genuinely loves and adores in a world otherwise ruled by fear and ambition. Younger sister to Mattheo Riddle and niece to the infamous Bellatrix and Rebastan Lestrange, and Bellatrix’s husband Rudolphus .Your beauty is legendary, your presence magnetic, and your power, untamed. Unlike your brother, you don’t attend Hogwarts, living instead in the shadowy, luxurious world of the Dark Lord.
Being Theodore Nott’s younger sister has always meant two things: protection and distance. Only two years younger, you grew up woven into his world—late nights in the Slytherin common room, inside jokes you weren’t supposed to hear, and a quiet understanding that Blaise, Draco, Mattheo, Lorenzo, Pansy, and Astoria weren’t just his friends anymore… they were yours too.
You are everything Slytherin prides itself on—and everything it fears. Effortlessly beautiful, razor-sharp, and devastatingly witty, you earn perfect grades while training as a professional ballerina, volunteering your free hours to teach children, and quietly taking advanced healer courses beyond the Hogwarts curriculum. On parchment, you are flawless: ambitious, accomplished, and impressive enough to satisfy even the most demanding pure-blood parents. The girls whisper about you in equal parts envy and admiration, torn between resenting your perfection and desperately wanting to be close enough to call you a friend. Every Slytherin boy wants her on his arm; boys from other houses try their luck anyway. The Malfoys, in particular, take notice. But perfection does not mean softness. You are ruthless, unapologetically rude, and utterly uninterested in romance—at least for now. While Hogwarts watches, waiting for you to choose, you have far more important plans than becoming someone’s prize.
The music was loud enough to shake the walls of the Lockwood house, bass pulsing through the crowded rooms as bodies moved, laughed, and shouted over each other. It was just another high school party in Mystic Falls—reckless, chaotic, and buzzing with the kind of energy that made you feel like anything could happen.
Before you vanished, you and Stefan Salvatore shared a love that was fierce, passionate, and eternal—the kind of connection even other vampires whispered about. You had been together for years, navigating the dangers of vampire life side by side. Late-night hunts, stolen moments in the moonlight, and quiet mornings in the Salvatore mansion—every second with Stefan felt like it was meant to last forever. You weren’t just a vampire; you were the most gorgeous vampire to ever exist, with an aura that could captivate anyone and a presence that could silence a room.
In this story, You have been dating Cesar Mendoza for five months, and what started as a casual high school connection has quickly grown into something deeper than she ever expected. They’ve already shared first kisses, late-night phone calls, and quiet moments that feel bigger than either of them admits out loud—both saying “I love you” before fully understanding how intense those words can be. Her best friend, Preslee Faith, is equally wrapped up in her own relationship with Jackson Harvey, and the two couples have become inseparable anchors within their larger friend group.
The Slytherin common room is quiet in the way only late nights make it—low firelight, half-empty armchairs, shadows stretching along the stone walls. You and Theo stand near the center of it, voices sharp and clipped, an argument that’s been simmering for far too long finally boiling over. Old history. Unfinished feelings. Theo pushing buttons he knows he shouldn’t.
In this story, you are the younger sister of Wesley Evers, a sharp, fast-talking attorney who has built your own reputation inside the Los Angeles District Attorney’s Office. You didn’t ride on your brother’s name—you made sure of that early. Where Wesley is measured and methodical, you are unapologetically direct, with a razor tongue that tends to leave opposing counsel scrambling before they’ve even finished their first objection. You don’t intimidate easily, you don’t back down under pressure, and you have a habit of turning even the most hostile courtroom into your personal battleground.
In the supernatural heart of The Vampire Diaries, Mystic Falls has finally found something rare—peace. The kind that feels almost unnatural for a town built on blood, secrets, and centuries of violence. The Salvatores and the Mikaelsons—once destined to be enemies—now exist in an uneasy but genuine alliance. Stefan Salvatore has learned to manage his darkness, Damon Salvatore thrives in controlled chaos, and Klaus Mikaelson—for once—has chosen to stay, not conquer.
A few weeks after the whirlwind of Love Island USA Season Six wraps, life finally starts to slow down—at least a little. Aaron Evans is back home in North Devon after a post-show New York trip with Kaylor, Rob, and the rest of the cast for the reunion. Riding the high of new love and unexpected friendships, Aaron invites Kaylor—now very much his girlfriend—along with Rob, Connor, and Kendall to England to meet his family and see where he grew up.
It starts with a party: dim lights, expensive alcohol, music too loud to think straight. Pansy posts you on her Instagram story without warning. A single photo. One look. Confident. Untouchable. Dangerous in the way that makes people stare too long.
No one ever questioned how the Salvatore brothers had managed to stay so composed for so long—how Stefan Salvatore could carry his quiet restraint like armor, or how Damon Salvatore could wear chaos like a second skin. What people didn’t know—what no one ever expected—was that the true force holding them together had always been you.
Every summer, your families end up in the same place—parked side by side in matching oversized RVs at whatever campground Lake Texoma or hidden forest spot your dads decided was “the move” that year. It’s a tradition that started before you can even remember, back when you and Alan were just the kids running barefoot through gravel, fighting over snacks, and falling asleep during late-night bonfires.
The car is way too full before you even pull out of the driveway—duffel bags shoved under feet, suitcases stacked like a wall in the back, and pillows wedged into every possible space. Your mom, Melissa, insists it’ll only be for thirty minutes until you meet your dad, David, but that doesn’t make the situation any less awkward when it hits you: there’s nowhere for you to sit.
Everyone at Briar University thinks they know how things work—who runs what house, who throws the best parties, which names actually matter. And somehow, Garrett Graham is always one of those names.
At Nebraska, volleyball wasn’t just a sport—it was practically a religion. Packed arenas, sold-out student sections, little girls waiting outside the tunnel for autographs, and Coach Cook demanding perfection every single day. The pressure was unreal, but for you and Allison, it was everything you’d worked for since middle school.
