𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙀𝙣𝙯𝙤, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚." 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬. "𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪!?" 𝙇𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙖 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙨, 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙤, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚." "𝙇𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙖 𝙇𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙯. 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚!?" ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ His heart is as cold as ice, without a care in the world for anything or anyone... but he only has one goal - to make her 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣. Little does he know, she's not the weak, naive girl that he thinks she is... deep down, she has many dark secrets, some of which could send her straight to Azkaban. But her secret died with her parents, so no one will find out... 𝙊𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨. ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ rankings: #1 mattheo #1 riddle #2 mattheoriddle

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶," 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦, "𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵." 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Since the moment Willow Sterling met the one and only Mattheo Riddle, her hatred towards him has only grown. However, now that she has to marry him, will they stop their petty disputes and actually try to like each other? Or will they forever be enemies?

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.

Trust. Somewhere we all trust our best friends more than our family. But what if they take your trust for granted and crush it?! ××××××××ו×××××××× "Where is your brother's bride?" Rumika locked her eyes with Akshita's eyes. "In front of me!" Akshita replied looking straight into her eyes. "Don't play games with me Akshita...we both know that you are the one behind Anjali's sudden disappearance." Rumika took a step angrily. "Yeah... I'm the one who kidnapped Anjali Kapoor. So?" Akshita replied raising an eyebrow. "Where She Is?" Rumika asked taking a step towards Akshita. "I'm not some killer or monster who will kill her." Akshita said scoffing. "She is safe and sound wherever she is....just marry my brother and she will be home all safe and sound." Akshita said folding her hands. "And you have to get married one day though... so why not to my brother?... he's handsome, rich and we will get to live together for the life time.. what say? " Akshita completed grinning leaving Rumika stunned. She didn't able to believe her ears... What she's just said!... what she was trying to do..huh?... selling her brother or buying her best friend? ××××××××ו×××××××× what would happen when your best friend tied you to her big brother even knowing you have someone else in your life?!

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 #𝟏: previously known as "My Home" A friends-to-lovers romance full of longing, heartbreak, and second chances. "𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒖𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑮𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒋𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒑 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏." (There's a peace in you like the one we find at home.") ──── ࣪𖤐 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗞𝗮𝘀𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗽 has always been the fixer. The son, the provider, the silent sufferer. But three years of living alone in a 1BHK apartment, away from everything he once called home, has chipped away at his soul. Exhausted. Hollow. Done pretending. Until 𝗩𝗮𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗹, his childhood best friend, walks back into his life like a monsoon after drought. She's fierce, funny, and knows how to read him even in his silence. What begins as comfort quickly turns into tension. Unspoken feelings. Lingering touches. And a dangerous question neither of them is ready to answer "What if the only place you ever truly feel belonged, is a person who can't be yours?" But love isn't always cozy. It's messy, confusing, and terrifying especially when the walls you built to survive start to fall. 🏠 Will their home always feel like home or will it become just four walls between two strangers? ────୨ৎ──── • She fell first, he fell harder • Forced proximity • Best friends to lovers • Slow burn with intense chemistry • Emotional healing arc ☆ 𝐕𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.