◦•●◉✿ 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."

Ophelia wasn't who she claimed. She had a secret. A secret that could get her killed, hunted like an animal by just about every witch and wizard in the world seeking leverage or revenge against a certain... someone. Concealing a secret that so blatantly revealed itself in her appearance was no easy task, but, aided by Dumbledore and a carefully crafted act of mediocrity, she managed to get by unnoticed for years at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, until accidentally crossing paths with the one person perceptive enough to see the cracks in her facade and curious enough to look for more. Tom Riddle's intrusive nature was going to ruin everything she'd worked for if she wasn't careful, and she had a lot more to worry about than simply being expelled... *formerly titled RIDDLE

𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒖𝒔 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔. "𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚. "𝑾𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘" 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏. "𝒀𝒐𝒖-𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌?" 𝑯𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅. "𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅'𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏?" 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅. "𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚.. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐.." 𝑯𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅. "𝑾𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘!" 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. "𝑰𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖!" 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚. "𝑵𝒐𝒐𝒐𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕!" 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. "𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆," 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

in which the downfall of a girl's mental health is documented through a series of poems

"Nephilim are one of the most dangerous beings in all of creation." - The Angel Of Thursday There's a girl in a green dress She's got eyes like fire, but lips so tame She's huddled by the boy who's Demons have completely shattered him So far so, that he has been driven to complete INSANITY COVER CREATED BY: _Becca_Boo_ [ Tom Riddle x OC ]

Trump thinks he is safe with his newfound friends, but he is shocked when he finds out what their real plan is. probs gonna be kind of a short story but i barely update so dont get your hopes up.

BOOK 1 He hovered over me in silence while I gathered my senses. "Why are you here Deacon?" I finally asked. I heard his gruff sigh before he knelt down, and placed his warm hand under my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his. "Because you are mine Ellis Belrose." his dour voice echoed in my mind while he looked into my eyes. --------------------------- Ellis Bellrose is finally graduating high school. She has interned her last semester at Pacific Northwest Living magazine in hopes of landing a paying job by the time she graduates college. Everything was going to plan. Until she met him. Deacon Vidar, the Alpha of the Priamos pack. She doesn't know it yet, but he is her mate. Ellis feels an undeniable connection to him, something is always drawing her to him. Deacon Vidar is intense, and cruel. He is a great Alpha and has precise plans for his pack. But After 130 years on this earth he was beginning to think he didn't have a mate at all, let alone a young, fragile, human mate. Deacon wants Ellis more than anything, even if it means taking her against her will. Will Ellis give into their mate bond, and fall in love with the harsh creature that is Deacon Vidar? Is their compatibility the least of their worries? *THIS STORY HAS HEAVY SEXUAL & MATURE CONTENT*

I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good. This is a book of Harry Potter jokes and also most of them are not mine ☺☺

"I suggest you leave, before I lose complete control of my hormones and perhaps lose my mind over you." "And what if I don't leave, Tom?" she said, with a smirk forming at the corner of her lips. "Then I'll rather do something, that will make you scream my name."

in which a guy calls a sex hotline just looking for a friend. ©iwearheelys, all rights reserved.