Dumbledore's Got Style Novels & Stories

"I'm actually looking forward to that day. I've prepared enough weapons to make this house a tomb for them. Besides, Albus is a former soldier. He's an expert in tactics and weapons." I let out a long gasp. "Albus? That old man?" "Don't let the gray hair fool you." "No wonder," I muttered honestly. "For an old man, his body is still very athletic. The muscles in his arms and thighs still look very solid. Whoa." Ronan suddenly stopped in his tracks. I stopped, too, confused. "Why?" He tilted his head, staring straight at me with a piercing gaze that made my breath catch in my throat. "You... do you like muscular men? You even paid such attention to Albus's thighs? If he heard this, he'd defin

Looking amongst the lively city, Axel found himself pondering the purpose of their upcoming visits to their legitimate businesses. "You know, Don, I've always wondered about those puppet CEOs. They are just pawns in your grand game," Axel remarked, his voice tinged with cynicism. Abaddon turned to Axel, his stoic expression hiding the amusement that flickered in his eyes. Axel was an enigmatic figure with an appearance that matched his eccentric personality. His most striking feature was his pure white hair, which cascaded down to his shoulders in a wild and untamed mane. It seemed to shimmer like moonlight, a stark contrast to the darkness that often surrounded him. His hair held an otherwo

To her surprise, she saw a wood house nicely made and a light emitted from the open window. She walked towards the door and as she stood by, she inhaled deeply but to her surprise, the door opened and Adolphus stood in front of her, his hair was packed up in a bun, his eyes glowed in the dark and he wore a dark cloak which made him look darker than the weather already was.

His turtleneck was made of cotton and linen, which looked simple and neat, and it was covered by a handmade sheepskin vest, which made him look extremely elegant. He had a crew cut, and a letter “Z” could be seen shaved on his temporal hair, and the black diamond earrings located at the helix of his ear were extremely dazzling. When he completely stopped at the stairwell, the light behind him faded away, and a delicate face that was giving off a wicked aura appeared. The disciple, whose name was Dylan Styles, quickly retreated and stayed behind him. “Grandmaster, it’s her. She’s the person that we mentioned to you.”

I never knew this side of him, I knew that he didn’t like following rules but not to this extent. From the outer look, it looks as though one is a huge well-built brick settlement. Above the door, there is its name written by magic. THE GREAT WIZARD is quite large, fire-lit, and stylishly luxurious. The ceiling is unusually high. The dining hall has several huge long tables, fit to almost 20 people each. The table's legs are shaped in the form of flowers. Near a big chimney, there is a windowless spiral staircase, I assume that it takes to the lodgings. I bet that the fireplace costs a lot of wood in order to stay lit. You can barely hear anything in here, over the din of other people. It's

We should get inside to keep you warm,'' His gazes down at my body, making me realise that my long dress isn't exactly proper in the cold air. The material clings onto my skin, revealing the right amount of cleavage and perfect to pair with a fluffy coat. Maybe better, in his arms. 'Wow . . . Alice, where did that come from? Why would I even think about that? Damon is a stranger. No, an acquaintance. Not more than that,' My mind wonders, trying to reason with myself.

Vador said admiring the damsel. He had asked Mrs Lloyd who was the best designer in the northern empire to make the dress for her,of course the old lady had thought it was a joke as the lord had never asked of such from her.He remembered the old lady's words The girl must really be special for you to have asked me to make a dress for her,,do not mess things up with her,she warned. "Wow," Ava said pulling Vador out of his thoughts.They had reached the gallery. "You like it" Vador asked feeling slightly offended at the way some male vampires were staring at her.Why did she have to look so attractive in every damn thing she wears,Vador thought.

After the guest entered, the sorcerer knight walked out of the room and closed the door tightly. Albus's long silver platinum hair swayed beautifully. Every step was very graceful and elegant, like a dancer who steps without a sound. His presence was so charismatic and had a strong aura. He smiled brightly, showing a line of pure white teeth. Then in a relaxed manner, Albus spread his paper fan and gently swung it. That day he was wearing white attires as usual.

His ginger-colored hair framed his face perfectly which gave him an aura of authority and a presence that naturally demanded attention. Dorian, on the other hand, was dressed in black shorts and a black T-shirt. His dark hair was neatly tied into a ponytail. Just like the last time Aurora had seen him, she could still tell from a single glance into his brown eyes that he wasn't someone to be underestimated despite the friendly warmth he often displayed.

It felt like a dream. Like the kind you woke from too quickly and never forgot. I let my hands drift to the railing, exhaling slowly as my gaze swept the crowd. And then it stopped. Baelorin. He stood near the far edge of the ballroom, one hand wrapped around a goblet, the other resting against the curve of his hip in that casual way. Dressed in fitted black from shoulder to boot, silver embroidery climbing the chest like a little flash of lightening. His hair was brushed back for once and not like he's been running his fingers through it, clean and sharp, and somehow it only made him look more irritatingly regal.