Y/n Potter, the famous Harry Potter's younger sister, finds herself involved with a family rival, Mattheo Riddle, and it's strictly forbidden for her to be involved with him. Due to family history, old grudges, and house loyalty, her love is considered an act of rebellion. The forbidden nature of their relationship adds a layer of tension and danger, and she'll have to navigate secret meetings, family drama, and keeping her feelings hidden from everyone. Will she hide the truth from everyone she cares about or will the truth tear down her world? Mattheo's breath was warm against her cheek. "If you wanted to be in my arms, Potter, all you had to do was ask." Y/N's entire body tensed. Oh, you smug little- She yanked her wand free, pressing it against his throat. "Let me go, Riddle." His brown eyes gleamed with amusement. "Say please." [Book One in the Mattheo X Y/n: Bloodlines Series]

Mattheo Riddle was dared to make Jade Avery Vincent want him. He never considered that he might have wanted her first. Jade Avery Vincent is everything Mattheo Riddle should know better than to touch. Old blood. Expensive taste. A vicious tongue hidden behind perfect manners. The kind of girl who walks into a room expecting it to move around her-and usually gets her way. Worse, she has been in his life since they were children. They grew up fighting, provoking, and understanding each other a little too well. Somewhere between shared secrets, bruised knuckles, stolen cigarettes, and years of pretending there was nothing between them, Jade became the one person Mattheo could never quite leave alone. Then a harmless dare stops feeling harmless. Mattheo falls first. Jade finds out last. And by the time he decides to tell her the truth, she's already gone. Three months later, Jade returns to Hogwarts with colder eyes, sharper smiles, and every intention of making Mattheo Riddle regret ever learning her name. Unfortunately, hatred becomes complicated when it still remembers exactly how the opposite felt.

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 knows what monsters look like. They take all shapes and forms. She was raised on their legacy. With all her family gone, she learned to survive in the ruins of a life she never got to live. Blame was easy. Hatred was easier. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 is the son of a monster. The son of a man she hates. The boy everyone expects to become him. He's supposed to be just like him. But, is he?

A story where we see love...powers... legacy and emotions

(Social media and irl) When Anastasia Fletcher gets added into a group chat with THE 3 boys from Slytherin, they decide to let her stay. ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ Piping hot tea, cheesy texts and cute moments weren't expected, but what life gives you, you get. (Mattheo Riddle endgame) ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ Started: 10 April 2024 Ended: #1 in texting #1 in cutelove #2 in mattheo #1 in cheesy romance #3 in slytherin boys #2 in hogwarts #2 in enzoberkshire #3 in blaisezabini #3 in pansyparkinson #3 in mattheoriddle #9 in harrypotter #1 in mattheoriddlexoc #2 in hogwartsschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry

Cedric Diggory lost his life. And Emalin lost her beloved brother. Over one year after the tragedy at the Triwizard Tournament, Emalin returns to Hogwarts, joining her sixth year. As if her loss weren't enough, she finds herself the subject of whispers throughout the castle. What does school life looks after grief? And why does Mattheo Riddle seem to intend on becoming part of hers? · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · DISCLAIMER: - English is not my first language. - I'm a Potterhead since being a kid. - I'm new into the Mattheo Riddle universe. - I know some characters are not part of the original Harry Potter world and made up by fans through fanfictions. - At some parts I orientate at other fanfictions when it comes to character designs (for example: Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, etc.), but some parts will be definitely different. Also some characteristics or family related things. - I write out of fun. If someone doesn't like what I write, just scroll past the story and stay polite! - I'm happy about annotations or new ideas, but won't promise to change things how you want them to be. In the end it's my story and my Mattheo Riddle world. Enjoy it and leave a comment or like if you want! :) · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · #1 - Theodore #2 - Mattheo #2 - Slytherin #5 - Hogwarts

Stiles is staring at the school bell just waiting for it to be the end of the day, only a few more minutes he whispers to himself whilst he lets out a huge sigh of relief. *BRINGGGGG goes the bell for the last lesson. Stiles gathers his things and he's out the door so fast that he clashes into the new girl turning the corner' Malia'.Both their text books drop to the ground. Stiles doesn't even notice that he had bumped into one of the most beautiful girls at school, he was just focused on heading home as fast as he could. "i'm so sorry, i can be such an idiot some time" Stiles said as he picked up all the books.As he stood up to face Malia his jaw dropped and his eyes where focused on Malia's beautiful soft skin and her brown curled hair, he could not believe his eyes. " it's ok it was an honest mistake" Malia replied. Stiles was still glazing at how beautiful she was. " Umm.. hello... are you ok ?" Malia said with a worried tone in her voice. Stiles suddenly was aware that he had been starring for a long time now. " yea, sorry, was just trying to think of your name but it does't cross my mind. are you new or something?" " yea, this is actually my first day" she said while nodding her head. stiles handed her,her books. " well sorry again, i hope to see you around again sometime." "Yea, same here." Stiles started walking backwards still looking at Malia, he stumbled over his feet making a fool of him self as always.He gave her a have crooked smile and a wave. Malia was left starring at her feet biting her lip to stop her from letting out a giggle. she let out a sigh and headed home thinking about how Stiles kept starring at her. was there something in my face she thought or was he looking at another girl behind me?. She thought all the way and could not wait to back to school tomorrow. just the thought of him made her smile.

Maybe The Sun Loved The Moon So Much He died Every Night Just To Let Her Just Breath {|} THIS IS A STALIA FANFIC SO IF YOU DONT LIKE STALIA THEN DONT READ. ANY HATE AND YOU WILL BE BLOCKED {|}

After the events in Mexico, the pack is taking a well-needed break. They are even starting to feel a bit more like normal teenagers. They know it won't last and are trying to enjoy it while it does. When they hear about 3 omegas wandering the preserve on the night of a full moon, everyone has a feeling that the other shoe is finally about to drop. (Takes place after the end of season 4) Mostly Stiles and Malia but involves a bit of Scott and Kira and Derek and Braeden.

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