After the mysterious death of her parents, Aurora Fawley is sent to a London orphanage, where she meets Tom Riddle. They become friends during her time there, but the connection ends when Aurora is adopted and taken away. Seven years later, Aurora goes to Hogwarts for her final year, now engaged to Abraxas Malfoy. There, she comes face to face with Tom Riddle once more. He is no longer the boy she remembers, but a distant and unsettling young man whose interest in her has clearly not faded. As the year unfolds, long-buried secrets surrounding her parents' deaths and Aurora's own unusual magic begin to surface. At the same time, Tom's influence within the school grows stronger, drawing Aurora back into his world in ways she never expected. Aurora is determined to uncover the truth about her past and to stop Tom from descending fully into darkness. But trying to save someone becomes difficult when that person does not want to be saved... cover made by @elixirdrawn on instagram

LONG FIC - 18+ (Slow Burn, Mature Content, Violence, Gore, Death, Inappropriate Language, v v v Toxic Relationship, Smut) Muggleborn witch, Sophia Harlow, holds a vital piece of information that Tom Marvolo Riddle desperately needs. Will Riddle's hatred for muggles and muggleborns alike interfere with his task and ultimately his life's goal? Or will Sophia be the devil's exception? Tom Riddle x OC Highest rankings: #1 in tomriddlefanfic #2 in tomriddle #2 in darklord

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

I'll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue, and final resting. Harry Potter Universe / Tom Riddle girlpools, 2023

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

His lips parted and a soft gasp escaped him. "You're so hot, Misty. Without even trying, yo- you look so beautiful sitting in class, doing your work ignoring me," he said. And each word is tattooed on my heart. I felt a wave of confidence as he spoke while I kissed his neck. "Tell me more," I said and he let out a throaty laugh before speaking again. "And I wish to grab you by the neck and make out with you until we both can't breathe. I want to kiss you in public, I want to fuck you in public, I want to claim you in public," he said as I rested my arm beside him and balanced on it while I unbuttoned my jeans. "Anything else?" I asked, quietly, looking into his eyes as his hands found my hips and pushed my jeans off. "You are just so fucking perfect," he said and I slammed my lips on his lips, my jeans lying on the floor now as I started unbuttoning his pants. ━━━━━━━ 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 want nothing more than to be rich and leave the town filled with nothing but god-complex rich people. She worked two jobs to help pay for her school until she got on the wrong foot with the popular girl and ended up getting an invite to sleep with three boys in return for money.

Wealth, status, and beauty define the elite of Kensington Prep. Every one of them possesses the ability to get away with anything and everything they want, unscathed and remain as privileged and superior as ever. But Amory Scout decides that time has come to put a stop to that. After the accident that killed her parents and the suicide of her brother, Amory Scout decides it's time those at the top of the hierarchy have a taste of their own medicine. Embarking on the thorny path of revenge, Amory Scout returns to her old school of Kensington Prep, blending into the crowd and climbing up the ranks of popularity, not letting on that she has been there before. In an effort to right some of the past wrongs, she plans vengeance on those who wronged her and her family -- and she doesn't care at what cost. Even her own heart. [A modern retelling of Niccolo Machiavelli's The Prince]

[ FINISHED - unedited ] ❝How do I... How do I stop them?" "You want to stop them?" Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Yes," I nodded. She immediately broke out into a high-pitched laugh. "Oh Laura, you can't.❞ Every prestigious high school has this. A group of people that are somehow, in some way "ranked" higher and superior to the other students. But at Redwood Academy, the system is a little different. Considering there is a wider range of students, the poor to the rich, you're ranked on how feared you are, despite the fame, money, family, or talent you have. Tao Kingsbury and Isaia Woods are quite high on this ranking system. And that's where they intend on staying. So tell me how some new bitch named Laura shows up out of the complete blue, not a background or dollar to her name, and is quickly climbing the social rank? And tell me why the only people who truly fear her are the ones that are feared themselves? [Books 1 and 2 in The Materialists series] Series In order; [ The Materialists, The Dynasty, The Avacarious ] ©kujiis 2019 #1 in prestigious • 06/17/20 #12 in richkids • 07/25/20 #1 in popularity • 10/09/20

They don't play to win. They play to hurt. Sterling Academy's irresistible reputation all came crashing down last year when a list of the 'top thirty girls too...' had been anonymously published. Now recovering from the pits of hell the media dragged them through, the students at Sterling have been told to be silent. Not to talk of the list ever again; and thanks to new spiralling rumours, formal coming up, and the short term attention span of students. Everyone has started to move on. Almost everyone. Silence may be a deadly game, but Valè is willing to play, if it means revenge on those who created the list. And lucky for her, she has a pretty good idea. The Heartbreakers of Sterling. Caleb Delvaúx, Luca Cathan, Atlas McAllister and Sage Evanders. Forming a team of her own, Valè gets together a flawless group of girls that are equally starved for revenge...or a challenge. Revenge may be sweet. But heartbreak is sweeter. ______________________________ "We're not playing to win over social hierarchy. We're playing to hurt their hearts beyond fixability." fully edited *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ____________________________

sequel to aeou (read first) ✘ ✘ ✘ The boys are back. And they're out for revenge. Last semester the girls of Sterling humiliated Caleb, Luca, Atlas and Sage. Exposing family secrets, dirty confessions and everything else taboo that led to their exposé's in the media. This time round the boys are about to show just why they're not to be messed with. Just why they've been marked as the heartbreakers. Newcomer Saamiya Daler is equal parts intrigued and open to help the boys get revenge. After all there at her school, on her territory, clueless. She knows the ins and outs of the boarding school Whitlock Prepatory. She knows the score. She's everything these boys need. The stakes are high but tension is higher. ______________