Mattheo Riddle was consumed by the darkness within him. The shadow that had followed him since childhood was no longer something hidden - everyone could see it now. With unruly dark curls, haunting brown eyes, and a presence that demanded attention, he was impossible to ignore and even harder to approach. Scars marked his skin like cruel reminders of the truth he carried and the destiny he despised. Many believed Mattheo hated his own kind; some even swore they had never heard him speak, only witnessed the cold menace in his gaze. Night was the only time he felt at peace, when the darkness outside matched the one buried deep inside him. Alessia carried her surname like a curse. A silent burden that isolated her from everyone around her. While Mattheo was feared openly, Alessia disappeared into the shadows by choice - quiet, withdrawn, and hidden for reasons no one could understand. Many believed she had been wrongly sorted into Slytherin, a house that never truly fit her yet chained her to endless whispers and suspicion. She endured the stares and rumors in silence, never defending herself, never explaining. And perhaps that made her even more dangerous. Because a person with too many questions can be dangerous- but someone who asks none at all is far worse for her. In many ways, they were mirrors of each other. Two souls shaped by darkness, separated only by careful arrangements made by the professors who feared what might happen if they ever crossed paths. No one knew the extent of Alessia's abilities. No one knew what Mattheo Riddle was truly planning. But if they ever met... Would their collision destroy the world around them - -or finally save it?

Avery Hale has spent her entire life being watched, judged, and defined before she ever had the chance to define herself. At Hogwarts, she wears it well-popularity, power, and a reputation that keeps people exactly where she wants them. Then he arrives. Mattheo Riddle is everything she should stay away from. A name that carries history. A presence that demands attention. And a boy who looks at her like he's trying to figure her out piece by piece. But the closer they get, the more the lines begin to blur. Between truth and lies. Between loyalty and betrayal. Between who they are... and who they're expected to be. Because in a world built on legacy and secrets, nothing is ever as simple as it seems. And some people don't just fall for each other. They unravel.

⚔️ | She was everything he could no longer be-pure, soft, untouched within. Men love what they should never touch. Jacaerys Targaryen, the golden prince, raised in fire and glory, with the crown almost within reach. So why... a bastard? Why drag his name through the dirt for a shadow without a name? Not to protect her. To pull her down with him Jacaerys Velaryon AU x FEM!oc HOUSE OF THE DRAGON Please don't copy!!!!! I have all the rights published: 16/04/2025

He is fire; she fears the flames. Naerys Velaryon, firstborn of Rhaenyra Targaryen, bears the blood of the dragon yet carries a curse that sets her apart: a terror of fire. When her mother's claim hung by a thread, she was bound in childhood to her uncle, Aemond Targaryen-a union forged not out of love, but as the price exacted for the loss of his eye. Ten years later, Naerys returns to King's Landing to fulfill her duty. But her betrothed is no longer the boy she once knew. Aemond is vengeance made flesh, as sharp and unforgiving as the blades he wields. In a court ruled by treachery, where oaths shatter as swiftly as they are sworn, they must set aside their grievances... if only to seize what they both covet. The Iron Throne. And in the game they are forced to play, hatred may prove the only thing more perilous than desire. All rights belong to George RR Martin and HBO House of The Dragon, except any original characters and canon divergence on this story.

Lyra Stark knew that one day she would be forced to marry. In order to stop a war from brewing, Lyra must leave Winterfell for King's Landing and marry Prince Jacaerys Valaryon. The only problem? He hates her. ________________________________________________________________________________ Suddenly, Jacaerys grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him. In a moment, Every single part of their bodies was joined together. Lyra could feel his breath on her face - the beat of his heart. "Jacaerys?" She asked, refusing to look at his dark eyes that stared down at her. Already her face had turned a vibrant shade of crimson that she couldn't hide. "What have you done to me?" He asked, and then he kissed her. _______________________________________________________________________________ Jacaerys x OC Word Count 95,000

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿. Alarra Stark was never meant to fall for a prince. Especially not Jacaerys Velaryon, heir to the iron throne. Sent to secure Northern loyalty, the prince arrives with his dragon, Vermax and duty - only to meet Alarra Stark, the daughter of the wolf, older sister to Cregan Stark, and nothing like he imagined. Beautiful, fierce and far from tame, she is winter's incarnate, and soon, his every weakness. He's fire-restless, golden, untouchable. She's frost-strong, quiet, and bound by honor. But in stolen glances and secret moments, something forbidden sparks. Their love is a risk. Their desire, a weapon. And in a realm cracking under war and betrayal, passion may be the first to bleed. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻. 𝗢𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝘄𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄. (𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁,𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘅 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱) 🏆 #1 in Desire , UNBELIEVABLE 🏆 #1 in Jacaerys Velaryon 🏆 #1 in hotd 🏆 #1 in Targaryen 🏆 #1 in Game of Thrones 🏆#1 in Stark 🏆#1 in Team Black

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞, 𝐒𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞... "𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩...𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙎𝙖𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙮𝙣." "𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙨 𝙑𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣." 𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓼 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷 𝔁 𝓞𝓒 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝟴𝟬,𝟬𝟬𝟬 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

Mattheo gripped her wrists, not to pull her closer, but to hold her at bay. His knuckles were white. "Consider me dead." He whispered, his eyes swimming with a pain so deep it looked like drowning. "Because I would rather you hate me and be alive than love me and be buried. Next year... there is no 'us.'" He let go of her wrists as if her skin had burned him. The silence that followed was heavier than the shouting, the kind of silence that happens right after a fuse has run out, but before the world actually ends. "You're a coward." She whispered, the word hit him harder than the shove did after he had let go of her wrists. Her eyes were burning with unshed tears. "You're so fucking afraid of losing me that you're willing to get yourself killed." Mattheo flinched as if she'd slapped him. For a second, the boy she loved flickered in his eyes, longing, desperate, and terrified. Then, his expression went dead. The shutters came down, leaving him looking like a marble statue of a prince who had already lost his kingdom. "Call me whatever you want." He said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "But stay away from me. If you see me in the corridors, turn around. If I look at you, look away. From this moment on, I don't know you." He turned to leave, his cloak billowing behind him like a funeral shroud. The explosives had gone off, just like they always did between them. But this time, there was no smoke to clear, no thrill in the aftermath. There was only the smell of burnt air and the realization that Parker was standing in the middle of a ruin he had built as an attempt to keep her from harm. Ranking #1 mattheoriddle 24-02-2026 #1 riddle 19-04-2026 #2 slow burn 01-04-2026

Theirs was a love forged as both curse and miracle, a bond that doomed them even as it kept their hearts alive. ( anakin skywalker × fem oc) ( star wars universe) "𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡-𝑖𝑓𝑠. 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝐼'𝑑 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒." This book includes smut, depictions of torture, explicit language, and intense emotional contrasts. Cover by me.

The last person in the galaxy you would ever want to be trapped with inside a little ship in space was your arrogant, cruel master- Anakin Skywalker. Only that's exactly what happens. And when on top of all the ship's power goes out partially, the temperature drops drastically and it's getting colder and colder, the two of you are forced to move closer together and do something completely out of the ordinary- get to know each other from a different side. --------------------------- "𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔.", 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅. "𝒀𝒆𝒔." "𝒀𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐?" 𝑼𝒈𝒉. "𝒀𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓." 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚. "𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝑷𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒏?" [105k+ words] • • contains explicit sexual content • • 🥇#1 #enemiestolovers 🥇#1 #anakinskywalker 🏅#1 #obiwankenobi 🏅#1 #moody 🥇#1 #starwarsfanfiction 🏅#1 #starwarstheclonewars 🥈#