Elizabeth Rose Black siempre creyó que el amor sería su mayor refugio... hasta que descubrió que también podía convertirse en la herida más profunda. Hija de Regulus Black, brillante y siempre exigida a ser perfecta, Elizabeth entra a su cuarto año en Hogwarts con una sola certeza: Cedric Diggory, su novio, es la única luz constante en un mundo que la mira con desconfianza por su apellido. Pero cuando Mattheo Riddle - entra en su vida por una apuesta que jamás debió existir, todo empieza a romperse. Mentiras. Traiciones. Deseos prohibidos. Y un sentimiento que ninguno de los dos puede controlar. Elizabeth deberá enfrentarse a su propia sombra, a los secretos oscuros de ser una Black, y a un amor que nació de una mentira... pero que podría ser lo más real que ha sentido. ¿Qué pesa más? ¿El amor que debía ser? ¿O el amor que jamás penso sentir? De enemigos que no son enemigos. De apuestas que cambian destinos. Y de una chica que tendrá que elegir entre lo correcto... y lo que late en su pecho.

Herederos del caos. Forjadores de su propio cielo.

Arabella Potter is her twin brothers shadow. He got all the glory and fame while arabella was forgotten. Even more so when she got accepted into slytherin. This story takes place in the 5th-final year of hogwarts. She falls for her exs friend, mattheo Riddle. Yes, riddle. his father killed arabella's and Harry's parents. Will their relationship flourish or crumble into tiny pieces that crush them both?

When ice meets fire, something is bound to melt. At a start of her fifth year of Hogwarts, the new girl never expected her biggest problem to have a smirk, a Slytherin tie and a heart carved from ice. Mattheo Riddle is everything she's supposed to fear - cruel, dangerous and heartless. And she is everything he was taught from young age to hate - soft, kind and pure. They are bound to be enemies, but as sparks fly and secrets unravel, they'll both learn that even the coldest hearts can melt.

⋆.˚ TERCER LIBRO DE LA EVERMORE SAGA ⋆.˚ Pasaron de ser imposibles a inevitables. En su último año en Hogwarts, Isadora Malfoy y Mattheo Riddle han dejado atrás la ligereza de la adolescencia para vivir un amor real: uno en el que han discutido, se han lastimado y, aún así, siempre vuelven a encontrarse. Pero cuando la batalla se acerca, Mattheo, marcado como mortífago, se ve obligado a elegir entre el deber y lo que siente por ella. En un mundo donde cada decisión puede cambiarlo todo... ¿podrán mantenerse unidos sin perderse a sí mismos? ── .✦ ᝰ.ᐟ esta es la segunda parte de una historia, para entender mejor te recomiendo leer 'impossible' esta en mi perfil. iniciada ⋮ concluida ⋮ written by. saiinzge

Maybe I hadn't been getting enough rest lately, but was Mattheo Riddle actually warning me-by helping me? Or had I truly lost my mind? "I hope you've realized you're not safe, amore mia" My love. He had called me his love. I'd heard that Latin phrase from Theodore before. Mattheo spoke it just as well. "Do you really think taking revenge on us will satisfy you?" He laughed. After wiping the dried blood from my stitches, he threw the dirty cloth into the trash. His hand was still on my bare skin, now unusually warm. His touch burned, sending sparks through me. His thumb brushed gently over my skin. "You can't get out of this unless you cut off the snake's head." "Are you telling me to kill your father?" My stomach churned again. I swallowed hard as the acid rose to my throat. "I'd like to see you try," he said, tilting his head with a smile that held no sincerity as he stood up. "But it won't be that easy."

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 "No falling in love." "No falling in love..."

In the shadows of post-war Hogwarts, amidst whispers of old magic and lingering rivalries, a mysterious allure draws them together. She, Draco Malfoy's sister with sharp wit and a guarded heart, finds herself entangled with the enigmatic Mattheo Riddle-a charming enigma who smirks in the face of tradition. As sparks fly and boundaries blur, they embark on a journey of unexpected passion and undeniable chemistry. But in a world where secrets linger and loyalties shift, will their fiery attraction ignite a love worth fighting for, or will their differences spark a chaos neither can control? #3 mattheofanfic (26/03/25) #1 dracosister (27/11/24) started: june 24 2024 finished: august 11 2024

Anais Beatriz Snape Amador was never meant to exist - not in the eyes of the Ministry, the Death Eaters, or even her own mother. Born of shadow and legacy, she arrives at Hogwarts cloaked in secrecy, her name whispered in pureblood halls and feared in others. A Slytherin by birthright, a weapon by design, Anais is as brilliant as she is dangerous. Her presence is cold, commanding, and calculated - perfectly curated to hide the truth no one can ever know: she is the illegitimate daughter of Severus Snape. But everything begins to unravel during the year of the Triwizard Tournament. As chaos descends on the castle and dark magic weaves its way back into the world, Anais finds herself drawn into a storm of secrets, seduction, and betrayal. At the heart of it all is Mattheo Riddle - the darkly magnetic son of Lord Voldemort, and every bit as cursed as the name he bears. Their rivalry simmers with unspoken tension, threatening to ignite into something far more destructive. But while Mattheo ignites the fire, it's Theodore Nott who watches it burn - silent, calculating, always two steps ahead. He sees through every mask Anais wears, every lie she tells herself, and offers something Mattheo never could: control. Between them, she's caught in a game of pull and push - chaos and calm, fury and stillness. And standing beside her, always, is Lorenzo Berkshire - her oldest friend, her steady compass in a world that seems intent on tearing her apart. As whispers of war rise from the ashes of the past, Anais must choose between legacy and loyalty, vengeance and vulnerability. Because the truth is coming. The masks are slipping. And when bloodlines are weapons and love is a liability, survival means becoming more than a name. He is the son of a monster. She is the girl bred to survive one. Neither asked to be pawns in this game. This isn't a fairytale. This is Slytherin love - sharp, seductive, and bound to ruin.