y/n malfoy, younger sister to draco malfoy. shes different but not so far different.

Matteo Riddle story Instagram story Matteo Riddle X OC

SEQUEL TO HIDDEN LOVE - even if it seems like everything is fine, life has other ideas for you... social media MATTHEO RIDDLE x OC

~ 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 ~

Honey, I love you That's all she wrote Oh, Ophelia You've been on my mind, girl, like a drug Oh, Ophelia Heaven help the fool who falls in love. Tom Riddle x Hufflepuff OC Based loosely on the song by the Lumineers

Y/N and Bellamy Blake have been together for a while... but in the middle of so much sadness and war, could she really tell him what she wanted? Were the dreams she had for their future his dreams too?

When a ship falls from the sky, the life of Azgeda's most dangerous killer is completely flipped upside down. She goes from seeking death to fearing it. And it's all thanks to a certain sky boy. This is a fanfic for the 100. The idea is basically what would have happened if the 100 ran into the Ice Nation first instead of Trikru. I do not own any of the characters/ideas from the 100. This story is very loosely based on the events that take place in the tv show.

There were two things I knew. I was going to die. And I was sitting next to Bellamy Blake. Okay, I was going to die while sitting next to Bellamy Blake. "I hate earth." I said one night while sitting by the fire. Mick had just died from acid rain. Acid rain. What a joke. I was better off rotting in a cell in the Ark. "Oh really?" Bellamy said to me. He plopped down next to me. I rolled my eyes. "Come on Fallon it's not that bad." He suggested to me and poked the fire. I glanced at my wrist band. "I just watched my best friends burned alive by rain." I hissed at him. He sighed. "Maybe you just need to get lucky." (A Bellamy Blake/ The 100 Story)

"Alive; living, not dead„ She only needed a little spark of happiness just to keep breathing, and a little bit of love just to keep her humanity. First book written and published on Wattpad.

97 ᥡᥱᥲrs ᥲ𝖿𝗍ᥱr ᥲ ᥒᥙᥴᥣᥱᥲr ᥲ⍴᥆ᥴᥲᥣᥡ⍴sᥱ ძᥱs𝗍r᥆ᥡᥱძ 𝕰ᥲr𝗍һ, 𝗍һᥱ ᥣᥲs𝗍 ᥆𝖿 һᥙmᥲᥒі𝗍ᥡ sᥙr᥎і᥎ᥱs ᥆ᥒ 𝗍һᥱ 𝕬rk-𝗍ᥕᥱᥣ᥎ᥱ s⍴ᥲᥴᥱ s𝗍ᥲ𝗍і᥆ᥒs 𝖿ᥙsᥱძ іᥒ𝗍᥆ ᥆ᥒᥱ. 𝕭ᥙ𝗍 ᥣі𝖿ᥱ sᥙ⍴⍴᥆r𝗍 іs 𝖿ᥲіᥣіᥒg, ᥲᥒძ 𝗍іmᥱ іs rᥙᥒᥒіᥒg ᥆ᥙ𝗍. 𝕿һᥱіr s᥆ᥣᥙ𝗍і᥆ᥒ? 𝕾ᥱᥒძ ᥆ᥒᥱ һᥙᥒძrᥱძ 𝗍ᥱᥱᥒᥲgᥱ ᥴrіmіᥒᥲᥣs 𝗍᥆ 𝗍һᥱ sᥙr𝖿ᥲᥴᥱ. 𝕬m᥆ᥒg 𝗍һᥱm іs 𝖅іᥲ 𝕰ᥣ᥆іsᥱ 𝕶ᥲᥒᥱ-𝗍᥆ᥙgһ, ᥴ᥆m⍴ᥲssі᥆ᥒᥲ𝗍ᥱ, іm⍴᥆ssіᑲᥣᥱ 𝗍᥆ ᑲrᥱᥲk-ᥒᥱ᥎ᥱr ᥱ᥊⍴ᥱᥴ𝗍ᥱძ 𝗍᥆ ᥴrᥲsһ-ᥣᥲᥒძ іᥒ𝗍᥆ ᥲ ᥒᥱᥕ ᥕ᥆rᥣძ... ᥆r іᥒ𝗍᥆ 𝕭ᥱᥣᥣᥲmᥡ 𝕭ᥣᥲkᥱ, 𝗍һᥱ ᥴһᥲrіsmᥲ𝗍іᥴ, rᥙ𝗍һᥣᥱss ᥣᥱᥲძᥱr ᥕһ᥆ іᥒs𝗍ᥲᥒ𝗍ᥣᥡ gᥱ𝗍s ᥙᥒძᥱr һᥱr skіᥒ. 𝕭ᥱᥴᥲᥙsᥱ іᥒ ᥲ ᥕ᥆rᥣძ ᥕі𝗍һ᥆ᥙ𝗍 rᥙᥣᥱs, ᥣ᥆᥎ᥱ ᥴᥲᥒ ᑲᥱ 𝗍һᥱ m᥆s𝗍 ძᥲᥒgᥱr᥆ᥙs ᥕᥲr ᥆𝖿 ᥲᥣᥣ.