"Don't think I like you anymore than you like me." ~~~~~~~~~ Trigger warning. This story contains mature content. Such as sexual scenes, sometimes heavy and violent sexual scenes, violent actions, alcohol, emotional trauma, cheating, drugs, and foul language. All the characters in this book are over 16. These characters belong to J.K.R unless I don't claim them. Full credit for creating mattheo goes to @Yasmineamaro and credit for Clara goes to @juneekarl

"You're in love with me..." "What if I am?" ~ If they don't find him attractive, they at least find him irresistible. That's the problem. So is mine, I can't keep myself away from him. Why? I have no idea. I just love him. ~ ⚠️ TW: May include violence, sexual scenes, mental health problems and so on. ⚠️ ~ Inspiration and credits: - „Possessive" by yasmineamaro - „Breath Mints / Battle Scars" by Onyx_and_Elm - „The Erised Effect" by Ada_P_Rix - „Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" by J.K. Rowling ~ My own characters: Leyla Smith, Chiara and Josh Jeffries, Scarlett Black, Hunter Crawford & Rebecca Riddle. ~ Please give credit, if you use my characters.

She consumed me, her love was pure, it brought peace to my world which was burning in flames. He consumed me, his love was toxic, it brought danger to my world which was sweet and innocent. For my heart was hers... For my heart was his... Mattheo x Reader/Character

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

**completed** HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 IN FICTION #1 IN SLOWBURN #1 IN COLLEGE Penn State University. Home to the craziest sorority girls, most obnoxious football players, and a girl that's trying to dig her way out of her parent's mess. Naomi Black wants nothing more than to focus on her studies this semester- nothing else. She doesn't have room to mess up, she doesn't have time to party- she wants a life she couldn't have before. Matti Williams is your average college guy. Booze, boobs, and blondes. What makes him not so average is the fact that he is suspected to be the number one pick in the NFL Draft. Being the Quarterback at Penn State has its perks, but what happens when the Quarterback title doesn't work on the one girl he wants the most? Read to find out. BOOK NUMBER ONE IN THE PSU SERIES.

She hears all the locker room talk. She helps when the guys drink too much before a game. She tapes them up when they're injured. And in return, they watch her back. While most students spend their time partying, Lily spends her free time working. But her job as the assistant athletic trainer for the PSU football team comes with the benefit of being friends with every player on the team. Except the entirely too cocky, reckless, and charming golden boy of the team: Vincent Bradshaw. When they aren't spouting insults at one another, Vincent and Lily are doing everything in their power to avoid each other. That is, until Vincent gets injured.

Book one of two! Lilith Snape was going to make a promise after fifth year. She just hoped that crossing her fingers behind her back would work to bend her words to him. To him, the boy who she had hated. The boy that she would do anything for. The boy that she never wanted to actually find good in. Was there good to find? He was Voldemort's son. But Lilith never knew that finding a little good in a boy would change the way she felt about it. She never knew that she would make a promise that would break his heart when he found out. She never knew that, with the war starting up, she would change more. She always said that the things people didn't know wouldn't hurt them. But, in the end, would she really believe that? Mattheo Riddle x OC This is your warning! this story contains themes such as: -smoking -drinking -suicide(ish) -drugs -sex -cussing And a fucking liar.

Olivia's 5th year summer changed her whole life, her becoming a malfoy was the best thing that ever happened to her, but what happens if she finds herself in a love with an enemy

"Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Thats what she was. Light. I never knew it was possible till she showed me. I hated that she was the one who showed me, but at the same time I couldn't get enough of it." credit and ideas go to @yasmineamaro and @cherrynewt and of course J.K Rowling. Warning may be upsetting scenes. Including toxicity, sexual senes, and violence.

Y/n a beautiful girl, broken by her past meets Mattheo Riddle a handsome man, his darkness changing to her light . - Not really a slow burn - Smut