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

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We were now mere inches apart. I leaned down, my face level with hers, my eyes blazing with barely contained fury. "You don't want to make an enemy of me, Hawke." I growled. Lyanna swallowed hard, but her gaze remained defiant. "I'm not afraid of you, Riddle." A vicious smile spread across my face. "You should be." Mattheo's desperation for his father's approval collides with the arrival of a mysterious 'muggle' (Lyanna Hawke) with extraordinary powers. As he pursues her abilities to impress his father, Mattheo experiences something he hasn't before. But his obsession for acceptance may deliver the girl straight into his father's hands, putting her in grave danger. For the first time in his life, Mattheo must decide between right and wrong, good and evil, the serpent or Hawke. Over 18's | Enemies to lovers | & SMUT💋 My First Fan Fiction!! Woo!!🎉 ENJOY!! Story Rankings #3 Riddle - out of 6.41k stories (27/11/24) #4 Riddle - out of 5k stories (24/11/24) #12 teenagelove - out of 5.69k stories (20/11/24) #3 mattheo - out of 2k stories (6/11/24) ⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ - Violence - Harsh Language - Drugs/Alcohol - Anxiety/Panic Attacks - Smut - Abuse ⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️ I did not create any of the characters apart from Lyanna Hawke and Corrina Hoodwink. Personalities will differ from other writer fan fiction. Mattheo Riddle was created by Yasmine Amaro (thank you bestie). Harry Potter characters belong to JKR. I do not own any images/videos used within this story, all were found on Pinterest. Cover art was created by me but images were found on Pinterest. The story will use references from Harry Potter and Hogwarts Legacy.

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+

𝐰𝐚𝐫 rages louder than their silence, and still, six children of ancient bloodlines sharpen themselves into blades for the dark lord, they kill because they must and harden because they have to. they are cold, ruthless, and feared. but every act of violence leaves a crack in the armor they have built around their souls learning quickly that the greatest danger isn't the enemy in front of them, but what lingers after. 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 bleeds softness she cannot scrub away, even as she learns to make herself a weapon. mattheo riddle carries shadows in his veins, born of a legacy too dark to outrun. draco malfoy fractures under the weight of his name, while theodore nott drowns in silence no one else can hear. daphne greengrass burns brightest before she lets others see her fall, but lorenzo berkshire will follow her into any fire. 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 they are unstoppable, but alone they are breaking, their names will fade from the mouths of the living, but history will remember them differently, a title forged in shadow and despair: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 ✦ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 ✦ mid-war, seventh year // friends to lovers 950k words this story contains 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 themes surrounding suicide, and the psychology behind homicide-suicide 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

"Do you know who I am?" He whispered huskily against my ear as he held me by my collar in attempt to intimidate me "No and neither do I care."

Y/N Malfoy is everything Mattheo Riddle shouldn't want: infuriatingly high-achieving, unbearably beautiful, and a constant thorn in his side. He is determined to despise her, and she is determined to make him pay for his arrogance. The hatred is thick, volatile, and prevailing. It's all an exhausting, dangerous game of denial until one simple question shatters Mattheo's carefully constructed walls: Mattheo: "Y/N Malfoy? She's the most infuriating thing I've ever seen. I'd rather spontaneously combust than willingly be near her." Blaise: "Then why were you whispering her name like a prayer in your sleep?"

„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

𝖡𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍, an enemies to lovers with dual pov. A girl named Emma Nott has a deep hatred for her brothers best friend, Mattheo Riddle. She never knew why he hated her it's just always been like that. When Emma and Mattheo slowly start revealing their love for each other, things start taking dark turns. Will they get their happy ending? #1 fancast

Rosalie Potter, Harry's twin sister and a Slytherin, never expected to find herself tangled in the secrets and shadows of her house. But when the son of Voldemort, Mattheo Riddle, enters her orbit, their fiery clashes spark more than just hatred. As tensions rise at Hogwarts with Voldemort's return and Umbridge's reign of terror, Rosalie must navigate forbidden alliances, a secret defense group, and the growing pull toward the boy she swore to hate. With Estella Black, Pansy Parkison, and Astoria Greengrass, her loyal friends, the lines between love and rivalry blur. When truth or dare games turn dangerous and duels become personal, will Rosalie uncover where her true loyalties lie-or will the shadows consume her first? A slow-burn enemies-to-lovers story filled with tension and heartbreak.