Slytherin princess - mattheo riddle

Slytherin princess - mattheo riddle

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In a world torn by darkness, two names stand on opposite sides of the same war-Y/N Black, fierce, fearless, and stubborn to her core, and Mattheo Riddle, sharp-tongued, dangerous, and destined to follow in his father's footsteps. What begins as loathing, laced with tension and bitter rivalry, slowly unravels into something neither of them expected. As the storm of war rages on, they find solace not in peace, but in each other-proving that sometimes, the strongest love is born from the fiercest hate. This story contains mature content and is set after the war. It includes mattheo, Theo, blaise, enzo, Draco, Tom, pansy and astoria TW: abuse, sa, ed, neglectful parents
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Ivory Celeste Nott was never meant to be soft. Born to a Death Eater father and a Grindelwald mother, Ivory's fate was written in darkness long before she could speak. Raised in a crumbling manor full of silence and spells, she learned to guard her mind before her heart ever stood a chance. At Hogwarts, she's not like the other Slytherins - not loud, not cruel, just cold. Controlled. Feared. The perfect weapon of a cursed legacy. But then there's Mattheo Riddle - arrogant, clever, dangerous. A boy born from the same war-torn bloodlines. A rival who sees past her armor. A mirror she never asked for. They clash like fire and ice, always circling, always resisting - until hatred begins to burn into something far more dangerous. Because when you're born into darkness... Sometimes, the only person who can see you is someone just as broken

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