Harry Potter Tom Riddle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Then keep it to yourself! Ryann- Well, I guess I’ll vote yes too. It can’t be worse than the intentionally gross drinks she was making you before right? Harry- True. Well in that case, bottoms up! Ryann- ….. Well? Amber- OMG Harry- -_- Amber- This is hilarious! I love this chick! Ryann- I know right? Harry won’t let us meet her though -_- Ryann- What did she give him??? Harry- A silencing spell. I can’t talk.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

answered Harry to the girl. "Daddy, you have an appointment for doctor Chris to examine you today." Said the dark brown hair figure with the golden shirt, still from the outside of the door. "Oh, yes. Daddy forgot..." Mr. Harry then stood up, "I forgot, I have an examination for control today!" explained Harry to his guest. ### They are walking outside the campus. "It is so weird..what we've done...looking for girls to marry inside the campus. So weird." Said Remus.

Tom is still in control. “No, for you to win, you must kill me. This is to the death Tom,” I say with a British accent to sound like Harry Potter. Tom attacks, still in human form, just with claws out. I avoid his claws but land a hard right in the center of his chest knocking the wind out of him, forcing him to his knees. Dad taught me this. It’s a kill move.

It means a great deal to me! ＊ The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. Above all, I felt the immeasurable guilt for pretending to be his friend to gain more information on Tyler and his connection with Villain X. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

, I asked him No I haven't, but I suppose it should be age. You know, if you are eighteen now and you are about to be nineteen, that nine is your age to be which is the conceal part. As for there is a conceal part in the riddle 'always to be, people predict'. What do you think Kid? He said I took two step forward and said, well first of all, I am not a kid, don't you call me a kid anymore. I am Thomas, or you can call me Tom. Any one you like.

' like what Moaning Myrtle had said to Tom Riddle, but I lost my footing and stumbled right into a solid wall of muscles. "Sorry," I quickly said once I steadied myself. As soon as I looked up, I caught my breath. He was handsome. Like really, really handsome. Even more handsome than Tom Riddle in Chamber of Secret or Cedric Diggory in Goblet of Fire. His dark eyes stared back at me and the smile on his face made my heart beat faster "Yeah, no problem." He smiled. I looked down at his hands, still holding my waists, and he immediately dropped them to his sides. Although judging by the look on his face, he didn't look sorry at all.

"He might be best off leaving her alone." The others nodded in agreement. They fell silent until Ricky arrived at the table with the drinks. She emptied two packets of sugar into her tea and squeezed the bag against the side of the cup before taking a sip. "So how did you find that spell?" Caine said. "I've been meaning to ask." "We got it off this YouTuber. Occult expert," Jess said. As she spoke a question occurred to her. "How did you know about that guy?" she aimed her question at Ricky. "Doesn't seem like the kind of thing you would be interested in."

I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.