"Au cours de sa vie, Kuroro Lucifer n'avait jamais flanché, que ce soit à cause du choc, de la peine ou de la peur mais en ce moment unique, dans la frayeur de devoir se détacher d'elle, il s'abandonna. Au diable sa retenue, au diable ce qu'il devait faire, au diable la raison et ses obligations encombrantes, au diable le reste du monde. Son monde, à cet instant précis, c'était elle." •••◇•••◇•••◇••• Ceci est l'histoire "Nos cœurs alliés", en un seul volume. S. Key

"Ne tente pas le diable si tu n'es pas réellement prête à accepter ses flammes." Mais les flammes de Lucifer avaient déjà conquis notre héroïne. Depuis ce jour où elle s'était perdue dans les ténèbres délicieuses de ses yeux sombres, et les effluves envoûtants de son aura. « Où sommes-nous ? » avait-il demandé. « La moindre des choses est de se présenter avant de demander des informations. » « Kuroro Lucilfer » avait-il répondu pour la satisfaire. Elle l'avait toisé quelques instants avant de détourner son regard. « Le lieu où nous sommes importe peu.» « Ce n'est pas une réponse » avait-il fait remarquer. « C'est tout ce que j'ai à répondre. »

**She was never meant to be one of them.** Years ago, Y/N turned down Chrollo Lucilfer's invitation to join the Phantom Troupe. Back then, loyalty didn't need a title-and friendship meant cigarettes under flickering streetlights and secrets whispered between gunshots. But grief changes people. Now she's back. Reforged. Colder. Sharper. A blade wrapped in silence. Among the Troupe, she's the quiet one. Calculating. Detached. Not cruel-but dangerous in ways they've only begun to understand. She knows them too well. And they know better than to ask why she returned. Tonight's mission was clean. Efficient. Bloody. In a cracked restroom mirror, she watches herself rinse crimson from her blade-expressionless, eyes like frost. Then she feels it. A gaze. Familiar. Unspoken. "I thought you'd be gone by now," says the voice behind her-low, smooth, threaded with amusement and something unreadable. She turns. And there he is. Chrollo Lucilfer.

darling, how could you be so blind? They look at each other. One hurt, scarred and in pain. The other stoic and held into abyss. "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐲." She heard herself say. And she left. tom riddle x oc © SINFULAM0UR. ( all the characters other than Angelina and a few more belong to Jk Rowling )

Sabía que me espiaba, siempre lo supe. Lo que no se esperaba era que escribiera sobre esto, iniciando nuestra historia. Mi intención nunca fue enamorarme de él, Tom Riddle, el gran misterio de Hogwarts, el enemigo de más de uno y mi amante en secreto. Pero ¿hasta qué punto podría aguantar? ¿Cuánta maldad estaría dispuesta a manejar? ・❥・ "Estoy acá" "Puedes no hablarme si es lo que quieres, pero estoy acá" "¿Hasta el final?" "Hasta mi último aliento linda" ・❥・ Brina Grindelwald

It's the 1940s and Europe is crumbling. As the man made horrors of World War Two ravage the continent, the Wizarding World continues to tremble under the dark influence of Gellert Grindelwald. There is no safety, no reprieve for the common folk regardless of magical ability. The only people who seem to be unaffected are the Pureblooded Elite who's progeny rule over the halls of Hogwarts with all of the disgusting self indulgence and lack of empathy of Emperor Nero himself. They are beautiful, wicked, and most importantly, powerful. A young Tom Riddle is chomping at the bit to gain influence over his posh. empty-headed peers. He's been successful in securing the dimmest of the group under his thumb, but the truly influential pawns continue to evade him. He needs an in, one that not all the scheming in the world seems to be able to grant him. That is until he finds himself partnered with Serraphina Selwyn for Prefect duties. First born to renowned curse breaker Geneth Selwyn, she stands as heir to the pureblooded family's fortune and sacred magic. Serraphina, who represents everything Tom envies, must be his. The two form a deadly alliance that turns into a sordid affair. Bloody secrets, dark magic, and curses abound.

He's everything she should stay away from - handsome, dangerous, and untouchable. But when Tom Riddle's attention falls on Evelyn, walking away stops being an option. Trapped between two dangerous truths, who will Evelyn choose? The boy who refuses to claim her, or the one who refuses to let her go? Slow burn.

Remember: I made you who you are. I am your equal. I am your end. I have given you everything. Now I am taking it back.

― "You are my ruin - and my salvation." ― Lilith Vale was born different - too sharp, too cold, and far too powerful for someone so young. Raised on dark magic and haunted by her father's death, she's spent her life searching for the spell that destroyed him... and nearly took her with it. Now in her final year at Hogwarts, she wears the badge of Head Girl like a mask. To the rest of the school, she's brilliant, distant, untouchable. But underneath, Lilith is spiraling - unraveling under the weight of secrets, survivor's guilt, and a hunger for knowledge that no book seems able to satisfy. Then comes him.. Tom Riddle - charming, calculated, and dangerously intelligent. He's the only one who sees her as more than a quiet storm. And the only one whose mind she can't seem to read. He wants to know what she's hiding. She wants to know why he's watching. Their connection is a game of power and proximity. A cold war wrapped in stolen glances and veiled threats. But something dark is stirring at Hogwarts - students are disappearing, ancient symbols are resurfacing, and Lilith is getting too close to the truth. To the truth about her father. To the truth about Tom. And to the truth about herself. Because some magic isn't meant to be studied. Some obsessions aren't meant to be survived. And some love stories are written only to end in destruction. ☽｡⋆