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 Do you understand who I am now? I couldn't have possibly done it without you. You were too naive for your own good, too trusting, but I had to get out no matter what. You can fight me all you want, it doesn't make a difference to me. In the end you'll be mine either way, and I'll make sure you never disobey me again. Within the Pages of Tom Riddle's DiaryPart One by 123Ekaterina Oh, boy! You couldn’t wait to write in your new journal! Sure it looked ancient, but hey, it was free. You found it in the abandoned girl’s bathroom inhabited by Myrtle, so obviously no one wanted it. You hummed to yourself as you opened it, sitting in t

 THIS IS A DIFFERENT STORYLINE FROM THE FIRST, I DECIDED TO FREEZE THE OTHER STORYLINE WITH TOM X READER TO WRITE THIS ONE BECAUSE I WAS NOT VERY SATISFIED WITH THE OLD STORY'S RESULT. I WILL FINISH THE OLD STORY WHEN I FINISH THIS ONE. IT MIGHT HAVE SIMILAR EVENT OCCURING AS THE FIRST FAN FICTION BUT NOT ALL P.S. THE MARAUDERS ARE STILL IN THE SAME TIMELINE AS TOM RIDDLE IN MY STORY, I KNOW IT DOESN'T HAPPEN IN THE BOOK BUT THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT OF FAN FICTION. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a cold and dark night. The outside was full of thickly formed puddles from the

“You make even metaphors about death sound ravishing” – your inner system was drowned in cupid favoured substances causing the unusually high pitch in your voice Tom turned to look at you very much annoyed. “You should head to your classroom. Surely the headmaster’s about to declare of our guests soon enough” – he then turned to make his exit through the sky and river gazing crowd. “B-but what about us?” – you quickly grab Tom’s elbow. He flinches then gazes at you in his usual cold tone “Us?” – he looked confused “There is no us. You’re affect

Normal P.O.V Jeff slowly smirked up murderously at (f/n), withdrawing from your neck covered with deep bites, turning towards her with a sinister glint in his wide eyes that made her gulp in fear. She turned to you, her eyes widening until they narrowed in hatred towards him: "What have you done to her?!" She growled, watching him grin: "Made her mine..." You could hear the smirk laced under his words as his back was turned to you, almost shielding you from eyes other than his. "(f/n), run!" You rasped, urging your friend to save herself but she stood firmly put, staring the lidless killer down with her infamous death glare (patented

You had a best friend. His name is BEN. No, it isn't Ben, it is BEN. You had met him by the lake. The lake where he had drowned. BEN wasn't human. He was a ghost. A deadly one at the most. But somehow... you befriended him. You even didn't know how, you just did. Right now, at this very moment, you were at the same lake, staring into the crystal, cerulean abyss, waiting for your best friend to appear. You had waited a whole year for this, a whole damn year of school just to see him. To be able to see his messy blond locks again and his blood red eyes to stare into your own (eye color) ones. You had craved the moment when you could fi

You were walking through the woods,the one that people call "Slender woods."Your friends said you had to stay in the woods for a week,so they don't hurt your new puppy.Some friends they are...you were for sure to call the cops when you get back home,and ending your friendship with them.It was dark and you tried not to think of the tall faceless Slenderman.You looked back seeing nothing but tree's and mist.Was this the cause of Slenderman,it must be all a lie. ~Reader's P.O.V~ "Dammit...F*cking friends they are...These Dam woods....S-slenderman.."I was mumbling to myself,beginning to freeze from this climate were in.I now lay next to a tree

Can he get people pregnant? No, he cannot get the typical human pregnant, it’s like the whole fucking a horse and expecting a centaur thing, it just doesn’t work that way. In fact being a different species from humans, his frequent raping of us could almost be considered something like bestiality among his species. Is he single? Technically, he actually isn’t, in fact he’s married, multiple times. Being the horny rapist that he is, he holds the concepts of relationships such as marriage in such low regard, that all the times he was proposed to, he accepted, seeing the whole thing as less of a binding contract of su

Cussing. and stuff. You watched with horror as the scene played out. Jeff had Jack pinned to the ground, and had a knife raised over his unprotected heart. You could feel the stillness of the room in your bones, and you wondered why the hell Jeff was hesitating. "Do it!" Jack snarled from below him. "Come on, get it over with!!!" Was he begging to be killed? Was your reaction that hurting for him? Jeff's grip loosened, and he threw Jack down as he stood up. He turned to you, and you felt that feeling you got whenever he looked at you. That exiting, lust filled feeling. "Come on." He hissed, grabbing your shaky arm and dragging you out of th

WARNING: Contains cursing. There. You'v been warned. Jeff'z P.O.V I jumped out of the way of a car that almost hit me as I made my way to (Y/N)'s house. Its horn honked wildly as it darted past me, and I stumbled onto the grass of a yard. I snarled, standing up. "Damnet." I cursed as I felt blood run out of my nose. I had hit my head against a rock. I wiped it away, and found myself at her broken door. I decided going into her window was so obvious, so  I pushed the door open and made my way inside. It was extremely dark, and I groaned as I bumped into the wall. I heard talking upstairs, probably her parents. As quietly as I could I jogged u

A/n: Hey guys… So i know that Jeff the Killer inserts are way overrated and theres too many of them but I got the plot idea originally with Jeff so mind me. Also, my beta didn’t check this over yet so I apologize for any typos, mistakes, etc. The cold white snow that gave winter it’s sparkling effect of winter blanketed the grassy ground. A crisp and cold wind blew in from an open window, sending shivers up a young ladys spine. She sat in the living room of a rather empty and depressing home. Her hair tumbled down her back, and her hand held the television remote as she grumpily scanned the channels. Everything was so dark