18+ ... Lillith Moriarty, the future Queen of the last living coven, is threatened by Thomas Crane (whose name was changed to Tom Riddle on request) the bastard descendant of Satan who is known for his manic tendencies. What happens when her right for throne is challenged by Legacy, the seven descendants of the seven original demons? And what happens when their leader, Tom, eventually sees something more in Lillith than just a simple tool to get to the throne? So read the story where true royalty, kneeled in front of the bastard boy and where love, even though sick in its nature, comes the most inappropriate time. ... Contains MATURE CONTENT, ABUSE, GORE, and so much more! Read at your OWN responsibility! ... Warning: The whole story belongs to me, except for the name "Tom Riddle". Stealing won't be tollerated. ... Started: 24.12 2021 Ended: 29.07 2022 Mostly edited: 05.08 2023 ... 12.08 2022 rankings: #1 - my work #1 - kneel #1 - my lord 05.08 2023 rankings: #1 - myownstory #1 - sexualfantasy

「 Terrorisées, elles se réfugièrent dans le placard de la chambre. Pour ne plus entendre les bruits de la maison, fouillée de fond en comble par les employés du ministère de la magie, les deux jeunes soeurs se murmurèrent l'une à l'autre : « Unutma, unutma, que jamais je ne t'oublierai. Unutma, unutma, que pour toujours je t'aimerai. Unutma, unutma, à la mort je te protègerai. Unutma, unutma, car le sang ne trahit jamais ». 」 Isolées dans un manoir au sommet du plus haut mont de Roumanie et élevées discrètement par leur grand-mère, les jumelles Erzsébet et Feryel de Suroj passent les onze premières années de leur vie à attendre qu'une lettre de Durmstrang les libère enfin de leur prison haut perchée. C'est pourtant Albus Dumbledore qui, le 31 décembre 1989, se déplacera en personne pour leur annoncer qu'elles rejoindront l'école de sorcellerie Poudlard à la rentrée prochaine, malgré le refus catégorique de leur chère et tendre aïeule qui tentera en vain de les empêcher de partir. Ce n'est qu'en découvrant le journal intime de Tom Jedusor lors de leur quatrième année que les redoutables soeurs comprennent enfin pourquoi elles ont été envoyées ici... sans être certaines de vouloir exécuter la mission qui leur est officieusement confiée. ______________________________ Attention ! Cette fanfiction contient : - de légères allusions à caractère sexuel - de légères allusions à des scènes violentes ou gores

Priscillia Fawley vivait une vie des plus banales au sein de l'école de sorcellerie Poudlard. Elle était préfète de Serdaigle. Ayant des amis qu'elle aimait plus que le ciel aime la terre. Des relations amoureuses et heureuses chaque année, malgré une fâcheuse malédiction. Jusqu'à ce que Tom Elvis Jedusor ne la remarque, ne la regarde. Plus pur que l'or.

In the slums of East London, two children faced the struggle of survival in an orphanage during the Great Depression. Only their unexplainable abilities could keep them from disease and death. When a strange young man came knocking at Wool's Orphanage in 1936, offering the young girl a place at Durmstrang Institute of Magic, Tom and Gisela's questions were answered. They had survived the Depression together, but faced with the challenge of separation and a continent at war between them, will the magical orphans make it out alive? Or will the Second World War and Grindelwald's reign of terror rip them apart? OR A historically accurate and psychologically realistic take on Tom Riddle's childhood, and the impact the presence of an older magical friend would have on his character. © All Rights Reserved 2018

❝ you got a fetish for my love, I push you out and you come right back ❞ - selena gomez Phoebe Pearson wanted nothing more than to be loved back by her best friend. She wanted him to love her more than he wanted power. Of course, she didn't fully understand how deep his obsession with her ran until it was too late. As he began to become more evil, she started to pull away from him. And he couldn't let that happen. After all, she was given to him as a gift from the Gods. © 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 ( about 17, 214 words so far )

[MATURE CONTENT] He was going to destroy her. Her. The Hufflepuff with honey brown hair and sharp emerald green eyes that he couldn't get out of his godforsaken head. So innocent, so pure, so full of joy and life. Everything he hated. Seraphina Loriss was her name. He hated that he remembered it, but prided himself in knowing that soon enough, she would only be screaming one name and one name only. His.

"You're absolutely infuriating." He breathed out, pressing her body against the bookshelf with his own. His dark eyes brewed with irritation, and another emotion she couldn't quite decipher. "Trust me." She said, her chest heaving with every breath as her lips centimetres from his. "The feeling is mutual." Updates are every Monday Highest rankings 5 in #wizard 1 in #tom 9 in #wizardingworld 9 in #wizardsandwitches 6 in #lordvoldemort 8 in #muggle 6 in #ravenclaw

"You won't last a month." Tom says. "Oh this is a bet now, is it?" I ask jokingly, but Theo raises an eyebrow. "Well Tom and I know we'll win, so it's not much of a bet, is it?" Theo says. I shake my head. "Never." I say. "Well if you're so confident then why not make it a real bet?" Theo says, and I furrow my brows. "You won't last longer than one month without getting so desperate for us you get on your knees and beg for us... Tom Riddle, Mattheo Lestrange SMUT STORY MOFOS

y/n and Tom have been going to Hogwarts together for 6 years. She doesn't pay much attention to him, but he seems intrigued by her. She could be useful to him. (A/N Tom does not change but he does not go to musty no nose Voldemort) (THIS WILL HAVE MATURE SCENES IN IT) DISCLAIMER: obviously J.K. Rowling owns harry potter but many things in this story do not relate to the franchise.

◦•●◉✿ A Tom Riddle Fanfiction ✿◉●•◦ ( characters, places and some scenes belonged to J.K Rowling ❤️) "Because I loved him too much, a bit too much that the love overflowed and shattered! But the love's still there, isn't it?" she said quietly, her voice getting drowned out by the rain, "Of course he doesn't love me back. But I'll give him everything. Everything that I had." The auror thought about it, "And what if I spare him?" "You - you would?" "Yes. But I will kill you slowly and painfully," he looked down at her, "Would you accept it?" Fresh tears spilled out from her eyes, "Then kill me," she sobbed, "Believe me, love kills you entirely, whether you're alive or dead."