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  • The Dark Lady por drac0maloy
    drac0maloy
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    Kade Leth Ardy, been in an orphan so many years. She no emotion. It was like she was Souless she was VERY pale. But she did not know her parents until the she arrived at hogwarts and she was happy who her parents were. But at the end she turned out like her Father....... But was unstoppable..... ------------------------------------------------------- She was Voldomart daughter but she had a different name because they put her undercover but she was revealed and she decided to keep that name because she prefer that name then riddle I'm so sorry I'm so bad a description. Don't own and harry potter character only Kade Ardy Tw:laguage blood and more stuff
  • Abracadabra - Tom Riddle  por StellaPinkGlossy
    StellaPinkGlossy
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    "Abracadabra !" She's the creation. " Avada Kadavra !" He's the destruction. He wasn't meant to feel. She wasn't meant to fall. But some sins are too beautiful to resist. Leona Goldflame was fire wrapped in skin - untouchable, radiant, forged to burn anything that dared come too close. Tom Riddle was the shadow that watched her flame, not from awe... but from hunger. Obsession. A need so violent it carved itself into his very soul. He doesn't believe in love. He believes in possession. And Leona? She was never supposed to be his. She was supposed to hate him - and she does. But hatred is its own kind of intimacy. And he feeds on it. He touches her like she's a religion he plans to defile. Speaks to her like she's already his. And no matter how far she runs, every road bends back to him. Because Tom doesn't chase. He ensnares. And once he decides something is his - no curse, no god, no girl can stop him from taking it. Even if he has to break her to keep her. Abracadabra Avada Kadavra -is a dark, twisted enemies-to-lovers tale where devotion feels like damnation, and love wears the mask of obsession. He doesn't need her heart. He already owns her soul.