Tom Riddle Full Name Novels & Stories

But yeah, she was still a shallow person, even after being immune to so many good-looking men. Liam tried to ignore her awestruck face and began introducing each other. “You already know Jackson and Sean. This is our RK.” he pointed to the guy with piercings and then the hot Asian dude. “And he’s Riley.” “RK? That’s your name?” Nora asked. The guy named RK shook his head and replied embarrassedly. “No, my name is Rodoslav Karbonesa a.k.a RK.” He looked as though he couldn’t wait to hide in a hole.

She looks between the two of us, and her eyebrows furrow in confusion and she replies, “She’s not here. A man came earlier and had her discharged by Dr. Montgomery. He said he was a friend of yours.” I freeze as the shock of the news hits me. Before I can ask, Gerald cuts me off, “Who was this man? Was he a vampire?” Nurse Janie nods. “He said his name was Tom.” I let out a curse that makes Janie wince. “Rainer,” Gerald’s voice grabs my attention. “Do you know this ‘Tom’?” I run a hand over my face, knowing the nightmare isn’t really over. “His name is Toman. He’s a Blood Taker.”

While he was on the way, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared behind him, and the man seemed sneaky. The man did not say anything either. He just stared at Thomas as he took his phone out and compared Thomas with his phone from time to time. Thomas felt strange because of the man’s stare, so he asked, “What are you doing?” The middle-aged man kept his phone away, grinned, and extended his arm. “Nice to meet you, I’m Rocco Hamilton. People call me Red Rat. I’d like to be friends with you,” he said. Thomas ignored him. “I’m not interested.”

The Riddle family, as they called themselves, now claimed everything we once knew. Riddle. Their rise to power had been just as mysterious as their name suggested. Ten years ago, no one had heard of them, but now, rumors swirled about their sudden emergence and the strength of their young leader. Some said he was a mixed-blood—neither pure wolf nor fully human. Yet his power was said to rival, or even surpass, that of the strongest pure-blooded wolves. And now, he controlled what had once been ours.

Straight up the man of my dreams. “Who are you?” I asked, finding my tongue. He snickered, then was suddenly in my face. “Your hero,” he said, minty breath blowing on my face. “Uh… I guess,” I said, distancing myself from him. What was he doing in the forest, naked of all things! “I meant to ask your name.” “Rigel,” he replied. “Rigel Johnson, Head Gamma of the Red Claw Pack and your knight without an armor, Luna.”

I mumble into his chest causing him to laugh. "Still not sleeping, Tabitha." "I'm going, right now. Tell me the crazy stories you and your brothers did. I'm sure it will work." Being in Ridge's arms helps, especially as our joined bodies heat the bed and I relax after the long stressful day, but I still want to learn more about his life. Find out who he was before he reinvented himself into Ridge — Fugitive Recovery Specialist with job duties too secret to share. "Mostly it was my brother Riley. He had a way for getting us into trouble and then getting us caught just as fast..."

After dinner, Johnny and I talked for a while, and I didn't tell him about the divorce. He didn't ask about my current life with Zander, either. Back in my room, I got a call from Lucas. "Miss Riddle, the company we were bidding for earlier contacted us today." "Are they breaking the contract again?" I raised an eyebrow. "Not exactly," Lucas paused before saying, "The company mentioned that their former representative, Tommy, was fired for taking bribes. So they're inviting us back into the bidding process." I chuckled and said, "They don't want to offend either side, huh? No problem, I'll participate."

We needed to delve deeper into the matter, uncovering the truth behind Richard's predicament and the rogue group's sinister intentions. Richard shed light on the enigmatic figure of Timothy Dalton, his half-brother, whose true Alpha status had been obscured due to his challenges. While Timothy should have held the position, it was Richard who stepped into the role, concealing the truth from both the pack and the outside world. The intricate web of deception woven by their father stemmed from the fear that Timothy's challenged status might blemish the family's reputation.

his tone was clipped, brusque, demanding. “He was a man of uncommon height and piercing gray eyes and had a diagonal scar on the left side of his face from temple to cheek,” Poe told him tracing the line across his own face. The token turned to gold and burned brightly with the light of the Source. Even before Poe had described the man, Ham had suspected what the answer would be. And it had proven true. The face he described was that of his mother’s brother. Ham considered how to proceed. The riddle’s significance was far greater than a marker in a saga. It was to call redemption from despair. It was to signal that the riddler was of the Dominion.

It was a simple little cottage. Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk. Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.