"Nephilim are one of the most dangerous beings in all of creation." - The Angel Of Thursday There's a girl in a green dress She's got eyes like fire, but lips so tame She's huddled by the boy who's Demons have completely shattered him So far so, that he has been driven to complete INSANITY COVER CREATED BY: _Becca_Boo_ [ Tom Riddle x OC ]

A Tom Riddle x OC fanfic: Sometimes one decision in time can change history drastically, to the point where fate changes its mind and chooses someone else to take a heavy burden. So, what if instead of Lucius Malfoy giving Ginny Weasley a blank diary it was given to someone else instead. Someone more formidable for the dark lord. Someone that could possibly help aid his return or diminish him once and for all. Or maybe possibly change his view on what he wants. ✧----------------✧ "I told you I'd tear down this school to find you," she hears his footsteps get closer, "and look where you are, completely and utterly under my control," he stops in front of her as tears leak down Alanis's face, petrified of what will happen next. Tom crouches down in front of her, the girl then feeling his hand snake under her chin and lift it up. She looks into his face, one she had thought she'd grow to like but now only reminds her of the people he's killed and his true identity. "It's alright, you're not in trouble. All that matters now is that you're here with me," Alanis glares into his eyes, but all she sees staring back is a love-sick psychopathic killer. ✧----------------✧ ⚠️Mentions of: Stalking Possesvise/Obsessive behaviour Manipulation Murder SA Kidnapping - I do not own the artwork so thank you creator whoever you are for creating that glorious artwork 🙏🏻

Atarah was never one to crave attention, always keeping to herself and always doing what is asked. Never would she have thought she would attract the attention of a Slytherin boy, Tom riddle. Knowing his intentions were never pure she looked away still desiring his touch every moment. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈. -𝒓.𝒎. 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌