Tom Riddle Middle Name Novels & Stories

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?”

Too well. “Who are you?“ I snap, my voice surprises even me. They didn't answer immediately. Instead the first one lean forward and tilt my chin up, staring into my eyes. And I let him. Oh gracious…. His fingers though. “It’s Riven,” the one with the cigar say, his voice dropping lower. “And Rafe Nightmoor,” the other add, a slow smirk curling at the edge of his mouth. Bang. The names slams into me like a truck.

I replied as my fists clenched. “They stand for my name.” He said, eyes wide as his chest rose and plummeted. My eyes furrowed. “Taylor Turner…” “Thomas,” he blurted out. “My middle name is Thomas.” “Okay.” I muttered, forcing a smile. “So, have you ever used it for any business purpose?” “Yes,” he said, glancing nervously at the FBI agents. “The triple Ts appears at the end of every authorisation code I use for my business.”

" because my brain has suddenly stopped functioning properly. " Miss Stevens, your brother wishes to talk to you and explain everything. But I can tell you that your biological father’s name was Clint Pierce Adams but was known as Raider. Your brother's name is Ethan Jackson Adams." he said. I froze when he said the name Raider. I was glad I was sitting down or my ass would be on the floor. I never knew where my middle name came from. My mother never would explain it to me other than to say it was important.

It was just a coincidence. But the feeling wouldn’t go away. The way the guards acted. The sheer size of this place. Mom’s sudden perfect marriage. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. “Mom… what did you say Richard’s last name is?” She turned to me with a bright smile, completely missing the tension in my voice. “Voss, sweetheart. Richard Voss. But everyone calls him by his middle name sometimes—Damien. He prefers it in personal settings.” The world tilted. Damien.

he chuckled. He nodded his head, "Jarek Kalon Carter. Three first names—I like it." He smiled. "Actually… more like four. I want him to have your dad's name as his middle name." I explained, and his eyes instantly looked up at me.

If anything, he looked… amused. “Our thrill ride last night paid off,” he said instead. “Getting out of my head gave me new eyes on the puzzle. Ask me what I figured out about our middle names.” “I don’t have to,” I replied. “I solved it too. Theodore. Arthur. Frederick. Wilder. Not just names. Places, at least, the first two. Theodore. Frederick.” I focused on the puzzle because it was safer than focusing on the fact that we were standing far too close in the lamplight. “Not sure about the other two yet, but”

Dante announced. “Twerkley, you’re never going to win,” Kimmy exclaimed. “I’ve won the last two contests. I’m going for the trifecta. The baby shall use my middle name, Aurora.” “Aurora is a pretty name,” I said, smiling. “What’s everyone’s middle name?” “Actually, my middle name is Hailee. I use it as my last name for my designs,” Morgan revealed. “How did I not know that?” I said, puzzled.

"What's your middle name?" River chuckles, taken aback. "It's Alexander-Neve." "River Alexander-Neve Kennedi," The man tries as he stands up. "It's-," "Weird? I know." River chuckles awkwardly. "I was gonna say interesting. Alexander-Neve. Fancy a bit, but well-thought-out. So, this was fun while it lasted Mr River Alexander-Neve Kennedi." He laughs and River shakes his head. "Walk me to the door?" River nods his head, then stands. "My pleasure," he responds. --