Messy love | Matheo Riddle - Ashh

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Parts 39
Time 4h 31m

Ash_darla

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!ENIMIES TO LOVERS! "And sweet little angel couldn't keep her eyes off the devil"
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     "What do you want?" He asked furiously, staring at me with those inky eyes that hold such darkness. The tips of his wand are pushed against my throat.
    "I want revenge. Revenge against the ones that have brought me unbearable pain. " I answer rage burning my throat.
    His lips curve into a smirk, "I will set fire to your world and burn whoever has brought you misfortune" He raved, inching closer. His other hand cups my chin forcing our eyes to meet once again. "However, I will never let a single flame touch you"
    My face softens in the state of confusion, "Why is that?"  He tilts his head, "Because Feyre, you're mine." He breathes. 
    "And I'd never hurt what is mine" He finishes.  
    
    In every darkness, there is a light, but not in this one. Both of them are unclear about the definition of happiness as none of them were given that. Our story starts with abused Feyre, who is scarred from her former relationship with Draco Malfoy. She is sinking in her own vulnerability and is unable to seek the true meaning of life itself and therefore tries to end it every so often. 
    
    Matheo Riddle, the son of Voldemort, the feared one who is incapable of feeling anything at all finds something intriguing with Feyre Azura. Yet he must stay loyal to his mission-to kill her. 
    
    It is not the happiness that bonds them but the fear, trauma anger, and sadness that does. This is where our story begins. 
     
    -
    
    A story by Ash_darla. 
    Trigger warning: r@pe, s!x scenes, v*lgar language, b*llying, m*nipulation.All Rights Reserved

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!ENIMIES TO LOVERS! "And sweet little angel couldn't keep her eyes off the devil"
    -
     "What do you want?" He asked furiously, staring at me with those inky eyes that hold such darkness. The tips of his wand are pushed against my throat.
    "I want revenge. Revenge against the ones that have brought me unbearable pain. " I answer rage burning my throat.
    His lips curve into a smirk, "I will set fire to your world and burn whoever has brought you misfortune" He raved, inching closer. His other hand cups my chin forcing our eyes to meet once again. "However, I will never let a single flame touch you"
    My face softens in the state of confusion, "Why is that?"  He tilts his head, "Because Feyre, you're mine." He breathes. 
    "And I'd never hurt what is mine" He finishes.  
    
    In every darkness, there is a light, but not in this one. Both of them are unclear about the definition of happiness as none of them were given that. Our story starts with abused Feyre, who is scarred from her former relationship with Draco Malfoy. She is sinking in her own vulnerability and is unable to seek the true meaning of life itself and therefore tries to end it every so often. 
    
    Matheo Riddle, the son of Voldemort, the feared one who is incapable of feeling anything at all finds something intriguing with Feyre Azura. Yet he must stay loyal to his mission-to kill her. 
    
    It is not the happiness that bonds them but the fear, trauma anger, and sadness that does. This is where our story begins. 
     
    -
    
    A story by Ash_darla. 
    Trigger warning: r@pe, s!x scenes, v*lgar language, b*llying, m*nipulation.

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