Tom Riddle Hot Novels & Stories

"Also... You've already touched the Riddle Corporation's network and they must already know about it. What if they panic and send all of the information to the prosecution tomorrow?" A sinister glint appeared in Colton's eyes. Mr. Howde, who had been drinking, instantly exploded when he heard that! "Those damn Riddles! No matter how much money I spend today, I'll definitely skin that Daniel Riddle alive!" As he said that, he turned to his secretary.

She chuckled. “Actually, no. This is my best friend, Skylar. Skylar, my RA, Mr. Collin,” she introduced with a goofy smile on her face. I gave both men a curt nod. Maybe I was overthinking things, but I saw his friend checking me out before quickly looking away. But maybe things like this happened often around here. Collin gave a tight smile, adjusting the huge glasses he had on his face before introducing the man beside him as James. “Would you girls like some drinks? I’ll get them,” his friend, James, offered, and Harper shrugged.

"I heard that girl is the daughter of the mall’s CEO. A rich guy and a rich girl—they’re a perfect match!" The daughter of the mall’s CEO? How did I never know I had a sister? As Esther stood there stunned, Joel got up and gently slid the ring onto her finger. “Esther, I’ve been planning this for a long time. You’re the only one worthy of this ring.” The camera zoomed in on the ring, and I felt like all the air had been sucked from my lungs. That ring… was the one my father had won at an auction last month and gifted to me.

"Now that the students are secured. Can clean the rest of the castle. But before that, we have questions." At that, Erik turned to the big man seated on an equally big armchair and with an equally big mug of tea in hands, Rubeus Hagrid. "Hagrid, we want to know if you can shine some light on a doubt that we encountered today." Hagrid turned serious and sat more straight on his armchair. "I will help with all I can, Lord Ravenclaw." "Good man, don't worry, you are not in any trouble. What can you tell us about a person named 'T. M. Riddle'?"

I said, face stern. He chuckled softly, the sound rich and easy. “Mind if I join you? Or are you here to drink alone and curse the universe?” I shrugged. He took that as permission and moved to the stool right beside me. He signaled the bartender for another round for both of us. “I’m Damian Reyes,” he said, extending his hand. His grip was firm but not overpowering. “Real estate development. I saw the UrbanAxis news today. Congratulations.” I narrowed my eyes, eyebrows creased as I dropped the glass back onto the counter.

They'll definitely be even stronger this year! [Wow, they're top students from an elite high school! They carry themselves so differently!] When Connor and I entered, the camera swung toward us. The livestream exploded, and the comments went wild. [What the hell?! Why are they here?!] [AHHHHHHHHHH! It's Anita Rivers and Connor Thompson! The joint champions from two competitions ago!] [Excuse me, but who are they?] [You must be new. Two competitions ago, these two destroyed the leaderboard! They took joint first by a huge margin and finished hundreds of points above the second runner-up!]

She simply came to my desk, while I was half-buried under my Moon-code cipher assignments, and said, “Lord Riddle will be arriving tomorrow. He wishes to see you privately.” I blinked. “What?” “Lord Riddle. He’ll be here by nightfall.” It took me a few seconds to process. “He’s... coming here?” “Yes.” “Like—here here?” “Yes.” I stared at her. My heart didn’t skip. My breath didn’t catch. But something—something deeper, quieter—shifted in my chest. Like a puzzle piece rotated slightly, not locking into place, but brushing up against the correct edge for the first time.

"If I didn't blame you, they would have looked at me more closely. I needed a distraction. Now, look at your phone." My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out with my free hand. It was a message from an unknown number. It was a video. I pressed play. The video was grainy, but clear enough. It showed a person in a dark cloak walking through the library tunnels. They were holding the Founder’s Ring. But that wasn't the scary part. The person stopped and looked directly at the camera. It was Victoria Hale. The Headmaster’s daughter. The girl who ruled the school’s social life with an iron fist.

"Red Team just called me that the guys we're looking for should be here within fifteen." Rachel turned on the bedside lamp, walked across the floor in front of the window, stretched, walked back to the bed and snapped off the light. Gabriel crouched low, pushed back his bight vision monocular and opened the blinds, slanting them just enough to let in the moonlight., allowing them to see out but no one to see in

Not even like an enemy. Like I was a piece he wanted to move on his board. And I hated that more than anything. Because it meant he wasn’t done with us. Not by a long shot. A little Cliffhanger cuties😉: Later that night, as Rival finally closes her eyes, she hears it again — three slow, deliberate taps and rival angrily stands up to go check.... muttering to herself, whatever this bastard came for it better be good.