Severus Snape x Original Female Character After the Dark Lord emerged victorious from the war, having finally killed Harry Potter, new laws were inevitable. He needed to ensure pureblood offspring, but more importantly, loyal offspring. He decided to gift his most trusted follower a bride. A bride whose wealthy and influential family had been neutral during the war. ************************************************* Teaser: He scoffed, finding humour in her misery. He extended his finger and placed it under her chin. "Oh but you are mine, princess. Every inch of you belonged to me from the moment you said 'I do' at the altar." He challenged her, provoked her to react. Her eyes narrowed in fury as she gripped his wrist firmly. "You may have my hand, professor. But a hand is not a heart. I am not yours, nor will I ever be." ************************************************* A slow-burn Severus Snape romance with a forced marriage trope. This book will contain explicit smut. It will contain mature themes including violence and rape. This book does not follow the original storyline.

Death had always walked beside her, a shadow stitched to her soul. She fought. She won. But what was left to claim? The castle around her - the only home she had ever known - was crumbling into ruin. Stone shattered under fire. Bodies carpeted the ground, faces she would never forget, lives she had failed to save. Victory meant nothing when it was built on a graveyard. She was alone. And worse, she was alive. She had died before. Had died and returned, as if cursed to never know peace, cursed to be the master of death, forever hunted by the thing that should have claimed her. Death It was her shadow, her lover, and her tormentor. It whispered to her in the silence, tugged at her with every breath she drew, a cat playing with its prey, savoring the chase. She tried to undo it - to tear a hole in time, to claw back 46 hours, to steal even one life from the jaws of death. But time does not bargain with the broken. It is a vengeful thing, wild and cold. It seized her, flung her not back 46 hours but 46 years, into a past dripping with shadows and secrets. The castle stood whole then - but the rot was already there, festering beneath the stone. And Death, patient and cruel, was already waiting for her in the cracks of the world, ready to finish what it had begun. Smiling at her from the darkness. Death wearing the face of Tom Riddle *Mature themes* Enemy's to lovers *Tom Riddle*

"In the shadowed halls of Hogwarts, forbidden lines are crossed and sinister secrets unravel. Professor Tom Riddle, brilliant and enigmatic, draws his brightest student, Violet Alas, into his web of ambition and darkness. As she navigates the treacherous pull of his power and her own growing fascination, Violet must choose: resist the darkness threatening to consume her or embrace the blood-stained path her professor has set before them. In a world where every sin leaves a mark, how far will she go to uncover the truth-and how far will he go to claim her as his own?