Stella Black is a 16-year-old girl about to start her sixth and penultimate year at Hogwarts, the world's school of witchcraft and wizardry. Her parents were both killed in the same circumstances, in front of her eyes and those of Mattheo Riddle. Mattheo Riddle is the son of the Dark Lord. Stella hates him with all her heart. It is not known whether he hates her, but Stella cannot even look him in the face. Mattheo believes that love is something superficial, that it makes you weak and stupid. He says he will never fall in love... but will this change? Stella, on the other hand, is in love with the idea of love. She hopes that one day she will find someone who loves her as much as her father loved her mother. She wants a sincere and true love.

BOOK 1 OF THE CURSED BLOODLINE UNIVERSE Devina Louise Black was born with a name too heavy to carry without consequences. At Hogwarts, she learned how to survive among silence, cursed legacies, and expectations carved in blood. And above all, she learned how to hate Mattheo Riddle, the living embodiment of everything she refuses to become. But some hatred doesn't fade. It changes. When strange events begin tying her present to the buried secrets of her family, Devina realises the past never stays buried. Every answer drags her closer to a dangerous truth. Every step pulls her closer to him. What was meant to be a war turns into temptation. What was forbidden becomes inevitable. And in a world where love is a weakness, remembering may be the greatest betrayal of all. An enemies to lovers story MATTHEO RIDDLE x FEM!OC

„𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." I was always Harry Potter's shadow. The extra kid. The freak. The mistake they never talked about. He got the scar, I got the silence. He tried to protect me, but even my Brother couldn't fight whispers and stares. So I learned to fight back. To stand alone. Long before the ring burned itself into my skin. Long before the chamber showed me things I was never meant to see. Visions. Bloodlines. Names erased on purpose. Allies hiding where light doesn't reach. But maybe it took him, to really show me that I'm not weak. Mattheo Riddle. Voldemort's son. Cold eyes, cold heart. A killer before breakfast if he feels like it. They say his bloodline's cursed. Forbidden, doomed to rot itself out. Maybe that curse is a myth. Maybe it's the way the ring reacts when he's near. Maybe it's me for wanting him anyway. He's the monster in every bedtime story. But he belongs to me. ------ Hey everyone 🤍 Thank you so, so much for taking the time to read my story. It honestly means more to me than I can put into words. I'd really love to hear what you think, whether it's thoughts, feelings, theories, or just a quick comment. Knowing how the story makes you feel keeps me going. If you feel like voting, that would mean a lot too and helps the story reach more readers. Sending you all so much love, and thank you for being here ୨ৎ #𝟏 mattheoriddle - 𝟶𝟹/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼

here's the thing about love and fear - it comes hand in hand with a twisted smirk of crimson. you can run away from it, but you will never escape its grasp... ── salemology / 2020 © ( theo nott x fem! oc ) ( ootp - hp ) ( rewritten verison ) ( book one ) ( bleeding heart series )

Evora Lupin and Mattheo Riddle have dangerous chemistry and history together. The magnetic pull of two storms raging; messy, chaotic, and something that could destroy them into pieces-leaving them scattered and broken in the end... if their past and secrets don't catch up to them first. ENEMIES TO LOVERS TO...? ^ their past ^ their present ⚠️ HEAVY TENSION & BANTER!!! Mattheo Riddle x fem! OC Started: 4/9/24 End: ??? #1 in #mattheoriddle (december 10th, 2025) #1 in #mattheo (january 5th, 2026)

"I don't understand-" "There's nothing to understand. He hurt you, Amora. He had to pay, I don't give a fuck if he was wasted." he lowers his gaze at me. "But why do you care, Mattheo?" I ask, my gaze meeting his. He takes in a breath, breaking eye contact as his eyes scan around the room for a moment before meeting mine once again. "I don't," he states. Once again, he was lying. I knew he was lying. ~~~ Amora Sinclair and Mattheo Riddle were bound by fate to be enemies. Amora is your typical Slytherin princess. Mattheo is the boy who couldn't feel. Against all odds, their worlds collide in a dangerous game of secrets, desire, and betrayal. As shadows deepen and old wounds bleed, how will they navigate every dark twist and turn that comes their way?

!!CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING!! ⚠️STILL MY ORIGINAL STORY!! I changed my username: romanoffstrilogys -> enwrites.skz --- "You're not how I remember you." Theodore mumbled, loud enough for it to hang in the cigarette-smoke-infused air between us, but quiet enough for just the two of us to hear. It was heavier than the smoke, maybe heavier than the fallen expression on his face, but I didn't want to test that. "I've just..." I shifted, crossing one leg over the other, fingers twisting the silver ring on my middle finger. "... changed." His gaze lingered on me for a beat too long before he looked away, tapping ash neatly into a tray. "You really have changed," he murmured, almost to himself. I raised a brow, my fidgeting stuttering just slightly. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?" His shoulders rose and fell in a faint shrug, plastering a face of nonchalance. "Not sure yet." --- A dual POV story in which Aliyah Riddle and Theodore Nott find love amongst all the hardships of fighting for their life, for love, and even going behind all they have been convinced is right. WARNINGS: - descriptions of eating disorders (anorexia nervosa) - depression - intensive emotional detail - descriptions of self-harm (only for a few scenes) - alcohol and drug consumption - smoking - SMUT / sexual and mature scenes - friends to lovers trope - slow burn love trope - war - descriptions of blood, gore, and violence - hospitalization - mature topics and jokes - addiction - anxiety and panic attacks - mature / explicit / inappropriate language ( cussing, cursing ) - grief PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THIS IS PURE FICTION AND ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES --- Most Impressive Rankings: #1 cursing #1 fancast #2 lorenzo zurzolo #6 unexpected --- 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: November 24, 2023 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: February 27, 2024

Theodore Nott has every girl chasing him... except Lucia Beaumont. She notices him- she just doesn't care. She laughs at his smirk, meets his eyes without blinking, and makes it very clear, she is anything but impressed with his Slytherin playboy facade. Every look, every retort, every slow haunting smile pulls him in deeper, and for the first time the game he has always won... feels like it is slowly turning on him. Some girls aren't meant to be won. Some obsessions aren't meant to be tamed. And Luci -the one girl he can't have- might just be the one thing he can't walk away from.

Caoimhe Kavanagh doesn't do feelings-especially not for Liam Gibson. He's loud, charming, and hopelessly in love with someone else. But somewhere between the teasing and the late-night chats, she falls. And the worst part? He doesn't even see her.

Anna Lynch was fucking petrified of men. Not just uncomfortable- terrified.She'd flinch if one of us so much as walked too close. She was always keeping herself pressed to walls, eyes darting for exits like she was planning an escape. And it wasn't just the loud ones or the gobshites. Even Johnny Kavanagh-her sisters boyfriend -made her recoil. That's when it really hit me. This wasn't nerves. This was trauma, stitched into every muscle in her body. The only lads she wasn't afraid of were her brothers-Joey and Darren. She stuck to them like her life depended on it, like they were the only two people in the world who'd never let her down. The rest of us? We were threats until proven otherwise #1-hughbiggs #1-chilhoodtrauma #1-mentalhealth #1-mutism