Tom Riddle Full Name Novels & Stories

Burns said, "but this unfortunately is government. You've had experience with that yourself. I can only assure you this is the last person we're reading in, but it's a necessity." At that moment, a keycard slid into the lock and the door opened. Grey noticed that this man wore the expected suit and tie and was older than both Ezra and Adam. "Sorry I'm late." He closed and locked the door. "You must be Grey Holden and Athena Madero." He held out his hand. "Lige Riddick. Special Agent in Charge of the Tampa field office."

She almost felt stupid for even trying. "There's also something else. The money hasn't been going to the government. It's under an account which belongs to a human. His name is Troy Riddle." *** "Troy?" She frowned gently. The name didn't ring a bell no matter how much she tried to think hard on it. "He's at least seventy five years old," Eskel said, munching down on a shred of chicken. "Now you're probably wondering what the connection is, right? Well, I don't know. All I know is, every Alpha and elder seem to be paying their respects."

into the manor. Damien also quickly added. "Mr. Rogers Sr., please come in." Mr. Rogers Sr. looked up and saw Mr. Riddle Sr. as he slowly smiled. "Benjamin, you sure know how to hide. How did I not know that your family is so capable?" Benjamin was Mr. Riddle Sr.'s first name. He narrowed his slightly muddied eyes a little as he looked on inquisitively at Mr. Riddle Sr. Mr. Riddle Sr. was stunned when he heard that. He looked at Mr. Rogers Sr. with a puzzled expression. Even his hand stopped moving. "Christo, what do you mean?"

Dave was quite bothered by this, but he had no other choice than to obey the orders of his boss. “Kid, come closer,” Vincent instructed. Dave's brother walked to Vincent's bedside, his green eyes staring intently at him. “What's your name?” Vincent questioned. “My name is Riddle, at your service sir,” Riddle replied, lowering his gaze to the floor. Riddle was almost eight years old, but he had learned a lot of crooked things from his older brother. He wasn't an innocent kid at all. “Riddle, such a mysterious and brilliant name,” Vincent complimented, liking the negative feeling he got from the child. “Would you like to attend a school?”

he said. "I was just going to introduce myself to her, Rendall. Chill," he teased as he looked at me once again. "I am Rhiondale, the Alpha of the Shadows," he added before reaching out his hand on my direction. I didn't accept nor think about accepting it. "I forgot to mention that I am Rendall's half brother."

I knew that he was probably telling the truth but I refused to believe that I could have fallen for such lies! "Brent Cummings has several aliases such as Dr. Tucker Gillian, Officer Jack Robertson, and Professor Michael Evans and he is roughly in his late 40's." It tore him up inside to tell her this, but he had a feeling that she wanted him to continue telling her until she accepted the truth.

“He asked you to come over to check on me? Do you two know each other?” Abel was caught off guard and showed an unnatural expression. He had forgotten about it. Tom quickly stood up and extended his hand politely. “Hello, Ruth. I didn’t get to introduce myself properly last time. I’m Abel’s friend. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” After hearing his words, Ruth looked at the extended hand and was dazed for a moment. Because of her grandfather’s condition, she had tried to contact Tom, a cardiologist, many times, but he had never replied.

He rushes in through the front doors looking for a desk or somewhere to check in. He finds it and in a rush he says, "I'm Tom Redd I got a call my sister is here, she said her name is Rachel." "One second Mr. Redd. Let me get her." "Actually, can I just see my sister first? They can find me there." "Let me get Rachel, she wants to talk to you first." Tommys' anxiety ratchets up a couple notches when it's already at an all time high. "Hurry please." A nervous and scared Tommy says.

the man asked his assistant. The assistant bowed. “Yes, sir. He’s a powerful man in America. But his life is always kept out of the media. He doesn’t like publicity.” The man glared at his assistant. “Tell me, who is he?” “Draco Riordan. He owns Riordan Group—one of the biggest companies in America. At the auction, he used the name Nigel—his personal assistant,” the assistant replied, instantly making the man’s expression even darker with suppressed rage

“They are.” “I never asked before,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I assume they all have different last names.” “Yep. I lose track at times. There’s Ridge, Callaghan, Riley, Matthews…” He waved his hand. “I forget some of them. And of course, Morrison is Reed’s and VanRyan.” “Richard, I assume?” I asked calmly. “Yep.” Richard VanRyan. RVR. I was certain those were the initials on the shirt. “Are Heather’s, ah, other siblings coming?”