Tom Riddle Senior Novels & Stories

"I want to know when this man will come back. And Aalam, I need all the information by today's evening. Do whatever you want. Just trace him through his account, SIM, location or what else is here. If he doesn't come here, I will barge into his house to finish his chapter. Because now I can't show any more patience…." He was acting in haste. He called Aalam after coming out of his home. Aalam is one of his special men who is a very skilful hacker and has been working with him for a long time.

After all, this matter had been put on hold for the longest time, so it would be in everyone's best interest to settle it right this instant. After a while, the three of them emerged from the study. Everyone in the living room was already subdued when Nicole, Benjamin, and Sean were in there, but when they came out, the room became dead silent. Everyone looked at them, each harboring their thoughts and guesses. They were wondering what could have happened to prompt Benjamin to call Sean and Nicole into the study for a private discussion. "There's something I would like to announce," Mr. Riddle Sr. said, sensing everyone's curiosity. "I've decided that Sean will be the successor of our family

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."

The voice was hauntingly familiar. I looked up and felt my blood turn to ice. Standing before me was Roy—the ghost from my past who had nearly stolen my honor, and the man who had left Dita with scars that never quite healed. "Roy? What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice a mix of shock and guarded suspicion. I thought he had graduated years ago. Had Dita brought me here today because she knew he’d be here? Roy flashed a sweet smile—the same one I used to adore, but which now felt like a well-practiced mask. "I’m here to discuss a campus event. I’m helping with the production this year," he said smoothly.

added the senior seriously. "What?"

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.

Nathan puts his hand on my back, and I narrow my eyes at him, but he shrugs. "Unprofessional," I murmur, moving away. "Ryan!" Mr. Phillips approaches, accompanied by a young blonde. They shake hands. "Miss Collins," he offers me his hand, which I accept. "Intelligent and beautiful, Ryan, you have chosen well," he says, putting his hand on my back again. "I agree," Ryan says. Alright, Ryan, I'll let it pass since no one here knows us. "Allow me to introduce my daughter, Stella. Stella, this is Nathan Ryan."

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.

he questioned, but not letting me reply, he muttered, “Shit! I am late. The class has already started. I am gonna kill Aster for that.” Hearing his name, my ear pulled up being alert, but before I could ask him anything, he rushed inside the classroom. Anxiously, I was about to walk away when suddenly I heard the teacher yelling, “I don’t allow procrastinators in my class. Get out!” Soon after, Riddle came out hanging his head low. Even though it was bad for him, I found it a great opportunity to interrogate him. “Riddle!” Leaning his back on the wall, he questioned, “What are you doing here?”

"Did you tamper with the riddle, Ralph?" Ralph scoffed. "I didn't have to. The riddle changed on its own. Perhaps it's a part of the competition, testing our adaptability." The senior pack member's gaze shifted between Ralph and me, torn between the desire for fairness and the undeniable truth. The altered riddle, a game-changing detail that now stood as a barrier between my victory and the truth. After a moment of contemplation, the senior pack member reluctantly admitted, "The riddle was indeed altered. And Ralph followed the updated instructions. I have no choice but to declare him the winner of this round."