Possessive Tom Riddle X Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Declare the marketer's position vacant. Find someone to fill her former role. She's under my wing now," Darien declared, surprising both himself and Hau Lin. Darien froze as he realized what he had just said. Why did his tone come out like that? How could he sound so possessive? Hau Lin was left speechless by Darien's sudden proclamation. While he had sensed a change in Darien since that night he first met the lady who now worked as his assistant, he never expected the man to display possessiveness so quickly.

My mind raced as the low growls of approaching wolves surrounded us, their glowing eyes peering from the shadows. I turned to Kyros, "You need to transform and take me to the entrance of the secret passage." He looked at me, eyes narrowing. "What are you planning?" "I’ll lure them away," I said firmly. "You stay hidden in the passage and wait for the right moment to attack." His jaw clenched. "That’s too dangerous." "It’s our only chance," I insisted. "Trust me!" For a moment, he hesitated, but then he gave a reluctant nod before following my instructions.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

“And you don’t get to decide who I can hug.” His fingers tightened slightly around her elbow. "You walked away from my table,” he said through clenched teeth. “And the first thing you do is throw yourself at someone else.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “I did not throw myself at anyone.” “You were smiling.” The accusation in his voice stunned her more than the anger. “I’m allowed to smile,” she said, her voice shaking now, not from fear but from frustration. “You don’t own that, either.” His breathing was heavier than usual, chest rising and falling in controlled but strained movements. For a second, something flickered in his eyes. Not just anger, but possessiveness.

The mocking tone was just part of the banter, meant to provoke Pandora. “She’s my fiancée, Anna. I’m not Pandora’s daddy.” Anna had to emphasize that—in case Kingston’s justification was the reason behind his possessive gesture and why he’d planted an unexpected kiss on her forehead. “We have to go,” Kingston continued. “Aceli can’t wait to play with her pony.” “I bought you one too.” The surprise in Pandora’s eyes was unmistakable. She quickly stepped aside, and together with Anna, they stared at Kingston in wonder.

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

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.

He dropped into the chair opposite, sprawling in a way designed to piss off furniture. “You look like you swallowed glass,” he said, eyes flicking to the will. “Tell me the old bastard didn’t.” I didn’t answer. The quiet was sharper. Tom’s grin widened. “Of course he did. Still pulling strings from the grave. Bet he’s laughing his rotten ass off.” “He’s dead.” “And still owns your pulse.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “So what now? You shopping for a pedigree wife? Pearls, bloodlines, the whole board’s wet dream?”

"Dante... take everything. Don't leave... a single piece... for them." "I have you," he groaned, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes burning with a terrifying, singular focus. "I have you so deep... that even if they kill us, our ghosts will still be locked in this room. You are my poisonous possession, Ivy. And I am the only one who gets to drink."

By hook or by crook,baby. You know I don't want someone taking what's mine. I will kill him. Mark my word, baby. I can do anything and no one can't stop me. Your mine. I own you. Your exclusively mine only. I am Sylvester Rain West I will get you back. Wait for me baby. ♡~♥~♡ Ohhh so possesive! HAHA! By the way what chu think about my prologue? Comment pleasee!! I really want to hear what you think! I really appreciate it. Don't forget to: Vote Comment Share! Thanks!!