Novelas y relatos de Tom Riddle X Reader

Hello readers Hope you're enjoying the story. Steamy chapters coming up next between Riven and Layla. Anticipate. ❤️

Stiles. My blood ran cold. It was like the text had drained me, and my pen dropped from my hand to the table. I stared with my mouth open. “When the Alpha finds a true mate.” That particular part of the text made my brain spin. I read it over and over again, and there was one question that sat firmly in my mind. Riven had met his mate? Damn. I rubbed my face. Was that why the mind link with him had refused to work?

And that’s when I got a message from Mateo. [Hey. Ready to treat a few patients? People are dying to see you in the clinic.] I texted back: [Send me the list.] He forwarded the patient info—names, symptoms, how much they were willing to pay. I scrolled through it lazily. And then… my thumb froze. I spotted two names on that list. They were actually Royal Academy students! And the best part—they were senior warriors. I texted Mateo right away: [Tell this guy Odin I’ll treat him and his sister. But only if he agrees to take Riley as his healer for the Hunting Season.]

having a brother complex in high school?”Liam’s frown deepened.Raphael continued. “But I’m not judging. You want Tommy, and I want Gerard.” He held Liam’s gaze, firm. “Why don’t we help each other?”Liam leaned back into the chair, his gaze dipping into suspicion. “What do you mean by helping each other?”Raphael drew closer, resting his forearm on the table. “We separated them first,” he said, “then called off the engagement by exposing Tommy as an omega.”Liam just stared. “How do we separate them? I don’t think you’ve seen them. They’re practically drowning in love.”Raphael’s lips curved. “He’s an omega; you can claim him,” he said. “You can imprint on him; he’d begin to develop feelings fo

Content Warning: This chapter contains references to violence, torture, and kidnapping. Reader discretion advised. Rachel POV Pain shot through my head, sharp and blinding. My ears were ringing so loudly it intensified the headache pounding behind my eyes. I groaned in pain. And then everything came rushing back. The library. The men. Leo falling. Being dragged away. My eyes shot open. I was in a dark, small room. Tied to a chair in the middle of it. I inhaled sharply, fear shooting through me like ice.

She wanted to drop her phone and continued reading but a new message from the person came in again. MESSAGE-Your secret admirer. Rachel decided to check the person's profile picture but the person did not put in any picture. She replied. RACHEL-And you are? MESSAGE-Wanna be Anonymous for now. Rachel huffed and saved the person’s number as SECRET ADMIRER. RACHEL-How did you get my number and my name? SECRET ADMIRER-Secret!(With winking emojis) RACHEL-Tch!Are you a male or female? SECRET ADMIRER-Definitely, not a female.

he blinks, a smirk on his lips. My blood runs hot at his words, the confidence to call me out like that. I almost want to laugh in his face, if only he knew the truth. Tom was only the biggest player because he had me by his side. And Riley? A fake heiress I’m waiting to ruin. I glance at the USB again. It’s still plugged in, the tiny indicator light blinking slowly. My fingers twitch to grab it, to rip it out before he can wipe whatever he’s stolen.

“I will tell you the same thing I told Galen when I met him earlier today. I have the gift of reading minds. Please shield your thoughts from me. And no, Sophia and I are not lovers.” Rachel was mortified, and she felt her cheeks turn red. Galen did not mention that interesting little fact. “I’m sorry, I was just curious. I sensed your closeness when you arrived. You surely know I have certain gifts myself.” Stefano smiled, pulling the scones towards him. “I know, Rachel. You have gifts of second sight, intuition and you can see the dead, as clearly as you see me now. I investigated you. I have an entire folder on you in my office.”

His voice shaking the entire arena, making the crowd gasp, raw shock plastered on each and every one of their faces. Oliver POV: She looks like a fucking gladiator goddess, every part of my body awakens while watching her, my cock pulsating against my jeans. I cannot take my eyes of her, she has the power to undo me in ways impossible to put into words. “Oliver, do something! Would you let her get hurt like that?” Kendra’s desperate tone grabs my attention for a second. Why does she care about the human? Or is this about her rejected mate? He looks like a mighty warrior, like a fucking alpha. Is he really an Omega? I doubt that.