„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

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~𝙃𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧~ Hermione had never seen anyone more suited to Slytherin than Alastair Riddle. And he wasn't even a bastard who only knew how to mock and point fingers at people like her. No, Alastair Riddle was too proud, too mysterious to dabble in such things. When he walked down the hall, everyone turned to look at him; when he looked at you, you felt your spine tingle from intensity of that gaze. Not that Hermione had ever experienced it. It was simply how she imagined eye contact with the Slytherin prince. °°° Hermione x maleoc Because I think that Hermione deserves a better love story. ~We were meant for each other, even if we were completely wrong story~

"In the shadowed halls of Hogwarts, forbidden lines are crossed and sinister secrets unravel. Professor Tom Riddle, brilliant and enigmatic, draws his brightest student, Violet Alas, into his web of ambition and darkness. As she navigates the treacherous pull of his power and her own growing fascination, Violet must choose: resist the darkness threatening to consume her or embrace the blood-stained path her professor has set before them. In a world where every sin leaves a mark, how far will she go to uncover the truth-and how far will he go to claim her as his own?

"I was adored without asking for it. He was feared without trying. Everyone saw the darkness in Mattheo Riddle - except me. Everyone saw the light in me - except him." 🔮 Content Advisory This story contains mature themes and situations that may not be suitable for all readers, including: depictions of war and its aftermath, grief and emotional trauma, themes of family legacy and abandonment, unplanned pregnancy, childbirth, explicit sexual content, strong language, and occasional use of alcohol. Reader discretion is advised.

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DARK ROMANCE WARNING In a small town named Hawkins, stood an eerie lab. In that lab, held one of the most dangerous test subjects to come across. Isolation. Torture. Over time, he stood still in front of a mirror, practicing a smile that could never reach the eye. Patience. Time. The clock is ticking, and it's almost near. She had made the mistake of accepting a small job interview as a nurse. A naive nurse, indeed. But unfortunately, she was too curious in the parts of the job Brenner held from her. Secrets. Imprisonment. They crossed paths that first day. A pining obsession settled down in the depths of his mind. Her sweet smile too captivating to ignore, showing obvious unawareness. And he couldn't wait to destroy it. Hello again, my Henry lovers! This little short story has been settled in my mind for WEEKS. It's not going to be as long as my other books are, and it's not going to be as sweet either 👀 I want to warn EVERYONE when I say that this book is going to be on the dark side. I know I normally make Henry's characters on the sweeter side, but this one is going to be anything but. I'm going to write him in the way that I think he would actually be. WARNING This book will have EXPLICIT sexual content, language, blood, murder, torture, past sexual abuse (don't worry, I won't go into too much detail on it) HEED THESE WARNINGS This book will not be like my others, so please, if anything of the above bothers you, do not continue. I will put trigger warnings on chapters that mention sexual abuse, as I know that is very difficult to read. I DO NOT own any of the stranger things characters, or storyline that resembles the show. I hope you enjoy my dark mind

«Non scambiare la mia gentilezza per stupidità Riddle.» gli dico prima di allontanare il mio braccio. «La tua gentilezza nei miei confronti è simbolo di stupidità, Rollins.» mi risponde mentre se ne sta appoggiato alla cattedra di Pozioni con le mani nelle tasche. Sembra divertito, eppure i suoi occhi sono i più spenti che abbia mai visto. «Non ci provare.» interrompe il ciclo dei miei pensieri. «A fare?» «Psicanalizzarmi. Ho già i miei amici, non ti intromettere anche tu.» detto questo mi supera ed esce dalla classe come se la punizione che ci siamo presi la mattina non esistesse più e lui fosse padrone del mondo. -- "Tra sguardi che bruciano, paure che divengono catene e una profezia che incombe silenziosa, la linea tra scelta e condanna si assottiglia. Perché amare, per Mattheo, non è mai stato solo un sentimento. È la più grande delle prove." ‼️RICORDO CHE È VIETATO COPIARE IN MODO PARZIALE O TOTALE LA MIA STORIA‼️ Copertina gentilmente fatta da @ViolaWyse

*Formerly His Desire* "You think you want me, but I don't think you could handle what I would do to you." His stare is relentless. I smooth my hands down over my nightdress, feeling his words glide across my skin. "I could..." "I'm not sure I would be the kind, gentle lover your sweet Caspian would be," he warns quietly. ----- As a Princess, Kiva is always in danger. So much so, one night, her home is broken into, where it is revealed her attempted killer is her mate. Before she has a chance to speak to him, he vanishes into the night. For her protection, a dark and dangerous mercenary is ordered to keep guard of her, and as time passes, Kiva finds herself desiring him more and more. All while trying to find her elusive mate, and deny feelings for a man who may lead her right to the truth.

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