tom riddle x fem oc 1944 - 1945 i have never known temptation as hypnotic as you. the tale of a spy, a killer, and an enemy of the state. extended summary inside started january 2021 also on ao3 in the process of editing

Eden Hayes was raised to believe that suffering was holy and obedience was love. That faith was law and questions were sins. Tom Riddle was never taught to believe in anything but himself. Their worlds should never have touched, but when they do, neither of them walks away unchanged. Eden learns that there are things far more dangerous than faith. Like a boy who has never learned to worship anything but himself. Warning: This story deals with heavy and disturbing topics, including child trafficking, assault, abuse, violence, death, and trauma. It's intense and not for everyone. Please be mindful of your own comfort levels before reading, as some parts may be difficult to handle. Book 1

Tom Riddle, an abandoned child of fate, grows up in a place of neglect and resentment. As he navigates a world that never seemed to care for him, his heart hardens, his mind sharpens, and his soul becomes consumed by anger. But beneath the cold exterior lies the question: could he ever find love? Could he let go of the bitterness that has defined his life? Or is redemption simply beyond his grasp, lost to the darkness that threatens to consume him? This is the story of a boy who never knew kindness-will he ever learn to embrace it, or is he destined to be the monster the world fears?

Rhea Hel is the golden girl of Hogwarts. Everyone adores her and worships the ground she walks on. She flashes a smile or bats her eyes and everyone falls in line behind her, because she could do no wrong in their eyes. Tom Riddle was a charismatic boy that was an enigma to all who knew him. He was quiet and reserved himself to spend time in the company of his followers without a care for anyone else - especially for people like Rhea Hel. But, when Rhea has access to something he wants, Tom finds their paths crossing much more often than he anticipated and he finds himself realizing that there might be more to Rhea Hel than meets the eye. (Prequel to 'Nox' and 'Confessions') *Can be read as a stand-alone*

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕯𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖘 ❝HE COMPLETELY SUBMERGED ME IN HIMSELF. JUST LIKE THE POISON IVY THAT CLIMBS UP ON OLD BUILDINGS, EVENTUALLY, ONLY HE WAS VISIBLE. WHILE I WAS BURIED DEEP UNDERNEATH THE HEAVY FOLIAGE OF HIS SUFFOCATING LEAVES.❞ [Book 1] [1949-1980] [Tom Riddle Era + First Wizarding War] [Started: 08/03/2018] [Completed: 06/02/2020] [Under Editing: 06/29/2024]

"𝙞'𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙞'𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣" [Tom Riddle X OC] Sarah is the perfect example of how news can drastically change your life in just a few seconds. She wasn't aware of the power she possessed, nor did she know she had been living a lie until that moment. Hogwarts will welcome her during one of the most challenging years, and it is here that she will discover her true self and true friends. Within these walls, evil lurks, but so does a feeling so strong it can frighten even the coldest heart in the great school. Will she accept being swept away by it, or will she push it away like she has done with everything else? Despite everything, we will continue to dance, even if with our hands tied.

[meh- ta- noy- ah] *Greek (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life ☆☆☆ Veruca Penderwick is an extraordinary witch. With her powerful magic and strong heart, she will be his second chance. She will be remembered as no more than a Hogwarts student, but she will be so much more. "It's as simple as that, maybe as complicated too. But it's good. No matter the way it happened or keeps happening, it's good." Tom Riddle will forever be a mystery to most everyone who knew him. His dark mind and incredible charm will not aid him, however, when Veruca practically falls into his lap. "No one expects an angel to set the world on fire." ☆☆☆ DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters mentioned in this story. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I DO own Veruca Penderwick and her story, as well as her family and their history. Any other OC's of mine, also belong to me. They will be mentioned here as I add them to the story. Oc's of mine: Victorie and Sylvester Webb Moony- the cat

❝ I don't want to share you, Y/N, ❞ He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. ❝ It's not like you don't know what I mean. It's not just anyone who gets to look at you like that. ❞ ❝ You're mine, Y/N. Don't forget that. ❞ ~~~ In the halls of Hogwarts, power and temptation collide. Y/N had always known Tom Riddle as a brilliant and enigmatic Slytherin with a dangerous aura. But when fate pulls you into his orbit, everything changes. As the line between friendship and something more blurs, you find yourself drawn into a world of intrigue, dark magic, and intense emotions-one that is as thrilling as it is perilous. At first, it's easy to dismiss Tom's attention. His cold, calculated persona never betrays the vulnerability beneath the surface. But as the two of you grow closer, his possessiveness emerges-subtle, then all-consuming. His dark gaze follows you everywhere, a silent claim that no one else dares challenge. As he slowly opens up to you in ways he never has with anyone else, you realize that you've become more than just an ally in his eyes-you've become his. And in a world where power is everything, you can't help but wonder just how far he'll go to keep you by his side. Dark desires. Unspoken bonds. And the suffocating weight of a love bound by shadows. Will you embrace the dangerous allure of the Dark Lord in the making? Or will his possessiveness be too much for you to bear?

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 1940ꜱ, ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴄʀᴀꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅʀʏ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ-ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ, ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀɪꜱᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅ, ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ. ʜᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴀʀᴇ ɢɪꜰᴛꜱ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴡɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ. ᴛᴏᴍ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ-ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ. ʏᴇᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇɴꜱ ɪᴛꜱ ɢʀɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡᴏɴ.

"𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠." "𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐛." "𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞, 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚-𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩? 𝐎𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠." Tom Riddle x OC