Tom Riddle Young Novels & Stories

"I'll talk and you work on falling asleep." "Deal." I close my eyes and listen to his words, his chest moving my head. "You've met the youngest Jefferson, Riley. But we have an older brother, Richie. Mom was really into the R names." "Is that why your aunt called you Ridley?" "This is not you falling asleep, and you weren't supposed to hear that name." "Sorry." I tuck my head back.

Livie You could say that Alarick is an old soul. He's too mature for his age and too smart for his own good. But by the end of the day, we are still just young eighteen years old, and that makes us still teens. Hormonal teens, to be precise. Because yes, he soon will be nineteen, just days before his birthday, but he is still a teen.

Yet, from the ashes of tragedy, three more exceptional individuals had risen, their potential as bright as the sun. Ryle Green, the third son of Count Green, was a name that resonated with power and promise. His record at the Knight Academy was flawless, a testament to his unwavering dedication and natural aptitude. He had not only graduated with top honors but had also excelled in every practical exam, emerging victorious with only minor injuries. One particular challenge, a grueling test of skill and courage, involved clearing a B-rank dungeon, a feat typically undertaken by seasoned veterans. Ryle Green, however, had tackled it alone, his prowess leaving even the most seasoned instructors

, I asked him No I haven't, but I suppose it should be age. You know, if you are eighteen now and you are about to be nineteen, that nine is your age to be which is the conceal part. As for there is a conceal part in the riddle 'always to be, people predict'. What do you think Kid? He said I took two step forward and said, well first of all, I am not a kid, don't you call me a kid anymore. I am Thomas, or you can call me Tom. Any one you like.

The two left the room and silence prevailed on the other end of the line, while I remained standing there, paralyzed, processing all the information. I couldn't believe that Raven actually thought I thought she was childish and uneducated. My God! She was only seventeen and one of the wisest people I knew! There was nothing childish about her, except for the number that represented her age, and I thought I had already made that clear.

“When he was little, he would color her eyes blue in drawings.” “What are you talking about? Her eyes ARE blue! Is Ainsley okay? Can someone please tell me what’s going on?!” I demand. “Riley, when do you turn eighteen? In the winter, right?” Nurse Gomez asks. “January first. Why? Am I in trouble? Are you calling the cops?” I take a step toward the door. Dad is going to kill me if the cops bring me home again.

Even if he did not know who they were, he still needed to treat them carefully. "Did you say 'Nicole Riddle,' sir?" The middle-aged man nodded at him. His voice was extremely crisp, his volume moderate. It was enough to be audible yet not too loud. "Yes, Nicole Riddle. You seemed to have mentioned her?" Mr. Anderson nodded. "Yes, it seems like she's a student at the Royal Creek Institute. However, I don't know her. It was my distant relative who asked some private matter about her." A student at the Royal Creek Institute? The middle-aged man's eyes lit up.

He had never been this scared in all his life save for the time he saw Leroy attack the old man. "Is this enough for you, Riddle?" he growled, keeping his eyes on the small camera on the ceiling. "Ha-ha! Perfect!" he laughed like a maniac. "I want all of it. Every last drop!”

Thomas walked up to a small rascal and said lightly, “I give you one last chance. If you tell me the mastermind behind the scene, I will spare your life.” The rascal gritted his teeth and replied, “Boy, do you think you can really fight well? Do you know who you are offending now?” “Oh? Who is it?” The little rascal was delighted and said, “You better don’t pee yourself from fear. We are members of the Red Mist Front!”

I tell him, he looks down at me then the realisation hits so he stops and holds his finger up telling me to wait. He leans up against the wall pointing to the space beside him, I walk over awkwardly leaning up against the wall with him. He looked like he was waiting for someone or something, but I didn't know what or who. We remain by the wall until Riley walks by, he was in the year below us and he's also considered a "nerd", but they aren't wrong about him. "Freeze," Tom says, leaning up from the hall immediately causing Riley to stop where he was "bag" was all Tom says, Riley once again listens pulling his bag off handing it over to Tom.