❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 ❝ In which the sociopath son of a murderer comes back to Hogwarts for secret allies. One of those allies being Evelyn Nott's brother, Theodore. But she would do anything to protect her brother. When she refuses to let Theodore join a group of murderers she faces the son of the evilest wizard alive and his dangerous qualities while finding out her own secrets. This book contains mature content, foul language, intense scenes such as extreme violence, mentions of death, depression and anxiety. Please also be aware this book is slowburn! #1 fanfiction 7/27/23 #1 playboy 8/1/23 #1 marcuslopez 4/30/23 #2 benjaminwadsworth 6/20/23 #3 lordvoldemort 5/9/23 #5 mattheoriddle 1/24/24

Emerald Blackwood was the girl who had nothing. Mattheo Riddle was the boy who had something just not what he wanted. Together they made the killer duo. Will it all end at love or war? *Enemies to Lovers* Most Impressive Rankings #6 in book #1 in book #4 in Emerald #61 in killer

"all is fair in love and war," she almost whispered, not daring to look at him. "yes," he smiled. "but which one are we?" ───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰ ───

This story is about Elladora Clearwater. The daughter of one of the Black sisters and a man from other big powerful family. When one of her closest friends is killed by the dark lord she resorts to his worst enemy, and offers to help him kill the man. But the task might be more difficult than what she expected, since he sent his son to school with her so he would keep and eye on her. She never wanted to be in the dark side, but now she doesn't only want to kill the dark lord, she wants to kill his son too. That is until she discovers everything behind his rude, sociopathic, none feeling self. A Mattheo Riddle fanfic. DISCLAIMER: I only own the characters Arielle Rosier and Regulus Fawley <33

𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝.

"You won't last a month." Tom says. "Oh this is a bet now, is it?" I ask jokingly, but Theo raises an eyebrow. "Well Tom and I know we'll win, so it's not much of a bet, is it?" Theo says. I shake my head. "Never." I say. "Well if you're so confident then why not make it a real bet?" Theo says, and I furrow my brows. "You won't last longer than one month without getting so desperate for us you get on your knees and beg for us... Tom Riddle, Mattheo Lestrange SMUT STORY MOFOS