Cedric Diggory Images Novels & Stories

Cedric whispered in reassurance when he noticed my panic. I bit my lips in doubt as I scouted over a little so he could sit next to me. Cedric dropped the box on the floor and turned to kiss me more feverishly. My caution was thrown outside as I jumped into his arms, his hands firmly grabbing my buttocks. Our lips moved in sync as I ran my hands through his chiseled chest- it was covered in scars- as expected of a Rogue King. “Do you trust me?” Cedric asked immediately I pulled out of the kiss to catch my breath.

The dog slept on the porch, old and tired but happy, its tail wagging whenever Lily came home. One evening, Cedric received a letter. No return address. Inside: a single photograph. Marcus, standing on a beach somewhere tropical, smiling. On the back: “You thought you won. You only delayed the inevitable. The Society rises again. And when it does, I’ll come for you first. Enjoy your peace. It won’t last.” Cedric showed Gianni. Gianni read it, then burned it in the fireplace, the flames consuming the words. “He’s trying to scare you.”

He had thick, dark hair clinging to his forehead and piercing blue eyes that looked like ice against his tanned skin. His cheekbones were high and sharp, his jawline so perfect it looked carved from stone, and his lips were full and red. He was tall, towering over my father, with a body that looked solid and powerful beneath his wet clothes. “He looks just like Drago,” I muttered under my breath, my mind jumping to the hero in the book I had been reading that morning. Cedric’s head snapped in my direction. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a second, it felt like lightning had struck the porch. It was electrifying. I felt a heavy, warm sensation pull at my stomach, something I had only ever

Cedric inhaled the scent, "coffee" Cedric's wolf, Igor, stirred and raised his head in the darkness of his mind, seeming intrigued by the aroma and the sweet touch, which was very strange. It was as if someone had dropped a ton of honey into a freshly brewed cup of coffee, the kind that makes you grimace with the first sip. However, against all odds, it stirred interestedly in his wolf, while the young man gave him a playful look with those lively eyes and brown hair. Cedric frowned as he remembered his question, and smiled. "I like to ride, many things actually," he smiled arrogantly, hungry like a wolf even if he just wanted to have some fun.