Tom Riddle X Reader Novels & Stories

“Take a seat. I’ll call you when it’s ready.” Ryleigh thanked her and found a small table near the window. She set the book down and glanced around at the other customers—some in work uniforms, others clearly on lunch breaks. Everyone seemed to belong to each other in some way. There were smiles, inside jokes, touches on the arm. She missed that. She missed him. Her eyes fell to the book. She turned it over and read the back blurb: He was the Alpha, ruthless and feared. She was the girl with fire in her blood and secrets in her past. When their worlds collided, the moon would decide if they were fated—or doomed.

he commented, his voice sounding business-like as usual, "that's quite funny seeing how the car is full of the smell of your arousal." My eyes widened in shock. I had completely forgotten that they could smell things like this; to know that a part of me wanted this. "You won't like it if I have to repeat myself." "Why are you doing this?" I asked, forcing the might of April Lawson into my voice. I was The April Lawson, the most popular and most revered student in Enigma College. The first human to amass that kind of power in a school ruled by werewolves. I wasn't going to allow a spoilt brat like Xaden to treat me like this.

“Right. Like a cinnamon bun with a fuse in the middle. All soft and warm… until it blows your eyebrows off.” I gave her a look, but I was smiling. Because I did like that Tommy wanted to know everything. I liked that he asked. That he cared. Even if sometimes, like just now, it felt like his curiosity carried a sharp edge. Like he was trying to catch something before it slipped out of sight. Still. He hadn’t asked the wrong questions. And I hadn’t told any lies. Which meant everything was fine. Perfectly fine. Right? Rachel tapped her pen against the folder, eyes glittering with barely restrained mischief. “Okay, enough about Mr. ‘See You at Home.’ Let’s pivot back to the real story here. Dr

Kadeem was closing up the gym for the night when a figure sauntered out of the shadows from the alley. Riley. She was clad in a black leather jacket. Her dark curls bounced as she walked. Her expression: smug. “Hey,” he said, nodding to his Beta. "Admit that I'm Sherlock," she said immediately. Kadeem yanked the keys from the lock and pocketed them. "What?" "No way am I Watson,” she said, twirling a green lighter in her hand. “I need you to admit that I’m the superior brain of this operation."

The house was quiet as usual except Rachel trying to go around to see what fun thing to do. Dawn came and it was almost time to leave for Diapora secretly. Rielle was glad that she could leave Alex territory to go get a good air outside. A place far away from Alex. Although she doesn't know where Rachel would be taking her to but she was glad she would be leaving. Rachel walked into the room fully dressed in a black short gown which was revealing. It hardly covered her boobs and it was transparent. Rielle was taken aback at the way she dressed cause that wasn't like Rachel. Even though she is crazy, she is also decent. She loves her reputation cause she is the fourth strongest among the were

Deadly. Sucking in a deep breath, she forced herself to open the satchel, her fingers stilling as they encountered smooth leather instead of the cold, hard steel she’d been expecting. With a rueful smile, she pulled out the heavy book that was written in a language she didn’t recognize. She wistfully trailed her fingers over the aged leather of the cover. She’d encountered various demons and warriors and even powerful witches during her travels with Francisco, but none had offered such a fascinating mixture of contrasts. Icily aloof and yet so vulnerable. Rhye was strong and yet tender. Raw, ruthless power with the soul of an alpha.

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.

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I asked, sipping coffee from a mug. “That’s a tactical question. Perhaps you have been doing a lot of investigating for a while now.”I watched as Rachel angrily snapped at her. “He is my man now and there is nothing you can do about it!!” She said. “Rachel.” I absentmindedly said in a quiet tone, with a faint smile on my face. “Rachel? Is that the answer to the riddle?” Bella asked. I chuckled. I totally forgot that she was here.“Your heart, Bella. That’s the answer.”

“W-what … What just happened?” Ryker and I both look at one another, and I relish in the fact that I can finally see someone one-up him in something. He looks shocked to shit, but then again, why wouldn’t he be? Chloe Jane just told him his mate is the one who weaves the threads she spins. Death and Life. I guide her back to the couch and lower her down while I hear Ryker slowly start to pace. Tenebris is just looking at him like his Alpha has gone mad, and who can blame him? We’ve never seen Ryker be worried before.