Possessive Tom Riddle X Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I told her kissing the tip of her nose Okay, last and final chapters. I'll have epilogue up

Ssshhh, don't say anything "He is a demon, and even the thought of him fear everyone, young lady. David Wastle is a disciple of sin and the devil who was brought up in an Italian Mafia household Don himself girl. He dominate Hawkins this whole freaking city with his power he is Heartless He has slain people and taken innocent lives; he is a monster and the devil. Ema kept talking and talking... A sense of déjà vu struck her. His warm breath touched her eardrum as he spoke, "Yeah kitten scream my name." She said joyfully, "David ahhhhhh David ahhhhhhhh." While gripping her tighter, he said, "Yes kitten, yes, remember me, remember my name, I'm David Wastle." "KATE!" As Ema yelled, "Bring her

His voice sounds from the other end, deep with pride. ‘It’s good to know I have no competitor because I hate sharing what belongs to me. Rightfully.’ Henry’s possessive words makes a cold sweat run down my temple and I swallow lowly, feeling his overbearing aura pressuring my shoulders. He’s always so confident and prideful. I squeeze out in an awkward small voice, “I guess…”

The murmurs in the hall grew louder, whispers spreading through the air like smoke. “A human actually has a blood-bound partner?” “Absurd.” “She’s lying. Humans lie when they’re desperate.” “Trying to provoke Lord Tom. What a desperate gamble.” Tom’s gaze was fixed on me, cold and disbelieving. “Rowling,” he said slowly, as if savoring a bitter name. “Do you really think fabricating a fantasy will sway me?” His gaze swept over me with undisguised contempt.

The possessiveness that had been bubbling within him reached a boiling point, and he suddenly grabbed Luna's neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His hands held her body tightly against his, his lips claiming hers in a possessive manner. He needed to remind both her and himself that she was his, and that no one else had the right to lay a finger on her. as he broke the kiss, Luna stared at him with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath she spoke, "What happened baby?" Arthur's eyes were still darkened, the possessive fire within him not quite extinguished yet. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her face and body, as if making sure she was still his.

On the other hand,the seller only smiled widely each time this man grabbed another bowl as that would earn him more money and to think he was just grabbing them without care,he would make a ton today. Already on his seventh bowl, clearly anyone could see the frustration emitting from Dorian cause from all seven bowls,he could only manage to get one marble into the pit but he needed to get five in. Penelope noticed this and tried telling him she didn't need the teddy anyway. "Uh, Dorian, it's fine,you don't really need to get the teddy" But instead of listening,it seemed his determination grew only stronger. He would get those fluffy things no matter what it took.

Tom pulled a bright red tomato from her tattered apron and slipped it to me, "Eat, child!" "Thank you!" I took the tomato, washed it down with water, popped it straight into my mouth, and soon hunger and thirst became less noticeable. "So, did you make a mistake?" Mrs. Tom plopped down directly next to me and asked me like she was prying, "Or did you piss off our haughty princess?" "All of them, but I'm her slave now anyway!" I said reluctantly, and a thought occurred to me, so I leaned closer to Mrs. Tom, "I was wondering, is there a back door or some kind of dog hole in the property?"

I opened it to see Alpha Harry. “You had the nerve to inflict pain on my only child.” I could tell he was drunk; he was smelling of alcohol. “I did nothing to her; I only had to put her in the right place.” “I killed Lord Potter with my bare hands, and I can do that to you as well.” He shifted right in my presence, growling as his bones snapped. “You either surrender to me, or your intestines will replace that towel on the floor.” I watched his sharp fingers snap out of his knuckles. He let out a loud groan, stretching out his arm with an evil smirk on his face.

“She. Is. Fucking. Mine.” I thread the spell into her myself when she pretend to sleep. Black ribbons curled beneath her skin, she didn’t feel it, but if she hadn’t been playing her pathetic game I’m sure she would have fought, glared in that way before trying to claw my eyes out. The connection locked into place far too easily, an ancient thing that had been lay in wait. Pain, rage, I should be able to feel her. There is just a vast impossible silence where she should be.

I promised. ​My father nodded, a fierce look of satisfaction on his face. He knew I wasn't just talking about the board members. He knew I was talking about a specific man in a glass tower. ​I stood up, feeling the power of my lineage coursing through me. The girl who served drinks was dead. The secret author was stepping into the light. And the Parker heiress? She was about to take back everything the world thought she had lost.