Vanora Black was born into power - porcelain, perfect, and promised to a man who does not believe in love. When her parents arranges her marriage to Tom Riddle, she expects a partnership built on duty and obligation. What she doesn't expect is the slow, suffocating pull of a man who sees her not as a wife, but as an advantage- a name, a dowry, a way to climb higher. He is brilliance wrapped in cruelty; she is innocence with a sharpened tongue. Bound by law and blood, they circle each other in a dance of defiance and desire, where every word wounds and every silence cuts deeper. But beneath Tom's control and Vanora's futile obedience lies something dangerous - a spark neither of them can extinguish. In a world ruled by darkness and ambition, love is not salvation. It's a threat. NOT EDITED! TOM RIDDLE X VANORA BLACK (MY OC) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! PLAYLIST ON SPOTIFY! (SEARCH IN BOOK NAME) WARNINGS: Smoking / Drugs Alcohol Mature language Detailed sex scenes Blood/ gore Death RANKINGS: Nott family #1 : 18.09.25 1920 #1 : 29.11.25 1945 #10 : 18.09.25 Darkhold #38 : 7.10.25

" Just let me adore you Adhara " "Who says you can't Tom " In which Tom Marvolo Riddle found out that his Soulbound or Soulmate ,Adhara Belladonna Black , daughter of Regulus Arcturus Black he swore he would protect and cherish his new found love ,,..

"Promise me, Cindria! Please!" Tom pleaded, now gripping my arms in a vice-like a grip. "I won't, I won't promise something when I know I'm going to break that promise, Tom," I said shaking my head. I refused to comply with Tom's demands because I knew one way or another, I'd be forced to get involved in what's happening. Whatever was happening. "Fine! You leave me no choice! Nagini!" I heard Tom say, and when he uttered that familiar name, I began to tremble. "Tom...Tom! what are you doing?" I said weakly, raising my hands to his muscled biceps. "Protecting you," he replied, just as Nagini, Tom's huge snake, slithered into the room. I could feel myself becoming faint and I pressed myself into Tom for protection from the venomous creature. He wouldn't. Would he? He would. "Tom...You promised...You promised that it wouldn't come near me!" I began to panic, now trying to get away from Tom, who held me around the waist, tightly against him. "I know what I promised, Cindria, I promise Nagini won't hurt you. She'll just be outside your door, guarding you, making sure nothing happens to you in case you have any ideas," he told me, putting his hand on my cheek. "Please don't do this, you don't have to do this," I whispered, tears making their way to my eyes.

He was born from shadows. I was born to see through them. Tom Riddle was never supposed to love anyone. But in our final year at Hogwarts, everything changed - not with spells or war, but with stolen glances, late-night arguments, and the summer I came back different. I was the girl no one expected to matter. Funny. Kind. Slytherin, but warm. And he... was cold, brilliant, and terrifying. Until he wasn't. This is the story of how love didn't save him - we saved each other. 🕊️ A slow-burn, emotional romance with softness, redemption, and the quiet power of choosing love over legacy. Story new revised (All rights reserved. The rights of the characters and maybe some other stuff belong to J.K. Rowling, I'm only borrowing them for my story) Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, mature themes, and detailed intimacy between adult characters only.

"You really are bad with timings." ---------------------------- "You're mine." He growled causing my heart to skip a million beats as i blinked in shock with parted lips. "Every bit of you belongs to me. I own you." He snarled with anger. I didn't know if i was supposed to be elated or fear that statement. I don't want to belong to someone who kills people, to a monster. To the devil himself. "Let me see your body because no one else will do. And if it happened, i will rip their heads off." ---------------------------- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/663PQgB7bU6UyORZEAgOB9?si=jR0KldxJRr-atqsUVigpLA Professor Riddle/ Anastasia Pierce (You are her) Smut: a lot of smut. Trigger warning: rápe/ abuse/ drugs/ etc

[Complete alternate universe] Two souls forged in the same cruel crucible, birthed from the venom of a world that never loved them. Aleksandra Tchaikovskaya: an immortal girl, cursed to outlive empires, haunted by centuries of bloodshed, longing only for peace in a world that never grants it. Tom Riddle: a mortal man, brilliant and brutal, clawing his way toward eternity, determined to etch his name into the marrow of time itself. They are opposites in every way-light twisted by shadow, ambition warped by sorrow. She runs from the violence that shaped her. He chases it like a lover, desperate to transcend the limits of flesh. They were never meant to coexist. They are destined to annihilate each other. Yet when their paths entwine, the world holds its breath. Together, they tumble into a spiral of ruin, seduced by the promise of power, by the hunger of souls that recognize their own reflection in the darkness. They are not heroes. They are the ancient myths rewritten in blood and ash. They are Lilith and Lucifer: The end of mercy. The rise of dominion. The funeral song of the world as it was. The beginning of the end. And they will walk, hand in hand, into the abyss-not to escape their fate, but to claim it. For what is damnation, if it means they never have to be apart? [Detailed synopsis inside]

She was invisible. He was untouchable. Angelina Rose, a quiet and brilliant Hufflepuff, has spent years trying not to be noticed-by her classmates, by the world, by anyone. Especially not by Tom Riddle, Hogwarts' most talented, feared, and admired student. But when the two are paired for a long-term project, Tom finally notices her. Her innocence provokes him. Her kindness disarms him. As Tom's possessive instincts grow, dangerous shadows stir around him. A slow-burn, obsessive, dark-romantic Tom Riddle x OC story set entirely during his Hogwarts years, where destiny can still change-and even a serpent can learn to love. *I don't own any of the Harry Potter Characters*

At Hogwarts, Professor Eliza Riddle carries a name steeped in legend-and darkness. Once bound by love to the boy who would become Lord Voldemort, Eliza has spent years hiding her past behind quiet lessons and watchful eyes. But when her students begin to ask questions-especially a curious fifth-year named Harry Potter-Eliza's carefully guarded secrets start to unravel. As whispers of Voldemort's return stir fear across the wizarding world, Eliza is drawn back into the shadows she left behind. Old alliances are rekindled, the Knights of Riddle gather once more, and the castle prepares for war. Caught between duty and desire, between the students she's sworn to protect and the man who once held her heart, Eliza must make an impossible choice. In the final battle, where love and loyalty are tested and the fate of magic hangs in the balance, Eliza discovers that even the darkest soul may carry a flicker of light-and sometimes, the greatest weapon isn't power, but love. Hauntingly romantic and rich with lore, this is the untold story of the woman who loved Tom Riddle-and what happened when he loved her back.

Sequel to The Serpent's Darling As their final year at Hogwarts begins, Tom Riddle stands closer than ever to becoming the person history will one day remember. His ambition sharpens, his secrets grow heavier, and the line between brilliance and cruelty begins to blur. Angelina Rose has always been gentle, shy, naive, and unfailingly kind. A Hufflepuff who believes in loyalty and goodness, even when the world proves undeserving of it. Being together should have been simple. It isn't. When a series of unexplained magical incidents disturb the fragile calm of the castle, attention turns to those who know too much, ask too little-or stand too close to danger. Old spells resurface, new faces arrive, and trust becomes something far more dangerous than secrecy. As suspicion spreads and loyalties are tested, Angelina finds herself caught between the boy she loves and the shadows that seem to follow him. In a year marked by devotion, doubt, and quiet unraveling, one question lingers above all others- What happens when the serpent's chosen begins to wonder what, exactly, she was chosen for?