Dear Bella,
I know that you have feelings toward me. I wish it were as easy as for me to say I returned them. I know you feel as if my feelings are different. You, dear, sweet Bella, are right. Saying this to you is not easy, and a soul must not be told. I love you Bella. I know it seems silly, rash even. I never realized how beautiful and intelligent you are. Your power is something I truly admire Bella. With help, you will be very powerful. I will be your guidance to power. I'm afraid, dear Bella, that is all I can give you. Love is not something I am willing to return just yet. I feel as if that is something that will come with time. Maybe soon, but also, never. I hope I can give you everything I can.
Love Tom
He doesn't love me. I may have been blind after all.
[All ideas belong to JK Rowling and her team of amazing writers and cast.]
This is the diary kept by Bellatrix Lestrange during her years at Hogwarts. After falling in love with Tom Riddle, she joins the Death Eaters to be closer to him, and prove herself to him. Bellatrix goes above and beyond what she is required to do, just to earn his love, even sacrificing everything she loves. Her spiral of madness begins as just a school crush, and after many deaths, battles, and wounds, Bellatrix still surprises us. Under this cold, cruel exterior is a desperate girl trying to reach the one thing she desires: her true love.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.