[QUOTE MENTIONED IN THE STORY] "Oh, is Mattheo jealous?" she teased, her voice slurring a bit, a playful grin on her lips. "Shut the fuck up and dance," I muttered, trying to ignore the heat rising in my chest, the way my heart pounded just looking at her. She started moving, her body close to mine, her hips swaying to the music. It was slow, deliberate, driving me absolutely insane. She knew it too. I grabbed her waist, pulling her against me, trying to keep a straight face even though I was losing my mind inside. She looked up at me, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted slightly, and I could barely breathe. Every inch of me wanted her - wanted to pin her up against the wall and just take her right there. She is so fucking perfect. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Mia Martinez is a normal student at Hogwarts and the only daughter of the Martinez family. Always the same routine, the same friends and the same introverted and sweet girl she has always been. The thing is, she has never experienced true love before. As she starts her 6th year at Hogwarts, she has the feeling that something might come across that will change her life completely. The smell of cigarettes and cologne? Her family's secrets unraveling? Character Credits: @yasmineamaro (Possessive) "When you think of love, do you think of pain? You can tell me what you see I will choose what I believe."

He shows up in her dreams time and time again, the pretty boy with scars on his face and sparkling eyes one could never forget... but he was never supposed to be real. He was supposed to be a fragment of her imagination. Well that's what Jaya Levine thought anyway. Her disbelief in the existence of this mystery boy was brutally proven wrong, when he made an appearance at Hogwarts... and from the moment she was introduced to him, her heart shattered into a million pieces. Hatred. That's what she felt towards him, that's what she felt towards Mattheo Marvolo Riddle, son of the Dark Lord... and so she swore to herself that her detestation towards him would never change. He would always be a player. A manipulator. A cigarette addict. A major red flag. Someone she would want to stay well away from. Turns out, that's a lot harder than it looks.

I should've known it was too good to be real. The way he touched me. The way he looked at me like I was more than just another girl in the hallway. Mattheo Riddle doesn't fall. He plays. He wins. He walks away. And I-I was just part of a bet. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just stopped showing up. Because if he could lie with his hands and kiss me with his mouth full of secrets- Then I could leave without a word. And now we're back, on the same train, heading toward the same castle. But everything between us is gone. And the worst part? I still look for him.

„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 Harry 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

It's strange. How we always want the things we can not have, how we crave for the things that will hurt us in the end and how we end up with the pain we ran from. Mattheo Riddle story This book will contain smut, violence and things that may trigger some people. 16+

(verb.) to be afraid of : expect with alarm "she was a storm, sudden; powerful; violent; devastating; and utterly magnificent."

"ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵍᵘʸ ˢⁱᵉⁿⁿᵃ, ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ. ᴵ ᵈᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ, ᴵ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ. ᴬⁿᵈ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ʸᵒᵘ." 𝘚𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯... ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ ᴏᴄ 𝐓𝐖: 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞/𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬.

Six rulers of Slytherin. One blood witch. A house full of secrets. And no one's getting out clean. Serena Deveraux was never meant to return to Hogwarts. Expelled for blood magic. Vanished for four years. Now she's back at Hogwarts-with war on her heels and two boys who could ruin her. One touches her like she's holy. The other like he wants to watch her burn. And the worst part? She wants both. Theo is the calm. The quiet. The safe. Mattheo is chaos. Fire. Everything she shouldn't want-but craves anyway. Caught between prophecy, blood, and betrayal, Serena must choose who to trust-before she loses herself completely. Because the girl they sent away? She's dead. And what came back wants revenge. Two boys. One war. And a witch made of something far more dangerous than magic.

My chest exploded with excitement, his words making me clench my thighs together. Mattheo shoved his knee between my legs making me gasp, his touch finally returned to my body. "Don't do that." I squeezed my thighs around his thigh, making him groan. "Fuck Aurora." Mattheo rasped. I rolled my hips against him, a strangled moan escaping my lips. "You're pretty fucking pathetic." Mattheo spat releasing my neck, his hand moved down my chest, filling my stomach with anticipation. "You're really that needy?" Mattheo asked. His fingers brushed over my clit making me squeeze my eyes shut, holding back a moan. CONTAINS DRUGS/ SEXUAL CONTENT/VIOLENCE/TOXIC RELATIONSHIP Highest rankings #1 in Blaise zabini #4 in Mattheo Riddle #1 in Riddle #2 in kink #1 in book #9 in knifeplay #1 in hookup #2 in wizard #2 in wizarding world #1 in Ron Weasley