Dumbledore's Little Pet Novels & Stories

“Can I skip it?” Judith stared at her for a moment. Suddenly Meryl found that her hair started curling upwards. Brishor and Chezzal went on high alert when a coppery smell of magic hit their nostrils. Their gazes locked and the next moment they found that all the servants, Viola and Lord Alex were slowly going blank. Their gazes were glossy with wide pupils. “You are going to eat this soup,” said Judith to Meryl. Her magic was slowly traveling in a thin ripple towards Meryl. “And then you are going to clean the stables at night until morning.”

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

“Behave, pet. Or everyone here will see what a desperate little slut you are for me.” The near-miss came during the live auction. Bella was standing beside Damien as he bid on a private yacht charter when the toys went wild — both vibrator and plug pulsing in strong, alternating waves. Her knees buckled slightly. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips before she could catch it. An older gentleman nearby turned with a concerned frown. “Are you alright, dear?” Damien’s hand tightened on her waist. “She’s fine. Just a little warm.” He quickly turned the toys off, but the damage was done.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Elle and Bella have been tight-lipped about her disappearance and Arabella with her cronies had taken it upon herself to backlash Minerva in class that day. While in history class, both sisters ignored the snickers and glares coming from different female students. It was a new reaction. Dalton had been lurking around the school with Elle and this had caused a feud between the girls. Although they acted like cat and mouse. Arabella’s annoying face popped up in Elle's vision as she raised her head. After Mrs Adam had given her a crappy punishment, Arabella was all over the place whining and pining about how she was treated. “Good for nothing fool. I believe you and the prince had enough sex la

The rogue smiles. I had enough and stepped forward beside Owen, not letting go of his hand. “Listen up! Gollum, from Lord of the Rings, you are doing a whole lot of this...” I make a talking puppet with my free hand, “and we need you to do this…” I shut my hand puppet’s mouth closed. “If you going to talk in riddles then you can have a nice evening… somewhere else… Go find your ring and throw yourself into a raging volcano or something.” I make a shooing motion with my free hand. “So, the pet does speak! HAHAHAHAHAHA.” The rogue laughs again while a mutter of snickering echoes behind him. “Come with us, Pet! Or we will kill your little pathetic friends.” He says as he licked his dry cracked

The screams had stopped, cut short abruptly once again. I closed the door and turned to find Lucille making herself comfortable on my bed. I gritted my teeth when I saw her shoes were still on, currently resting on the duvet I cuddled with every night. I stomped over to the bed and snapped my fingers at her. “Shoes off. Now.” I growled. She tutted. “All you wolves and your animal sounds.” “Lady, if you don’t get your dirty shoes off my bed right now, someone else is gonna be screaming in this house.”

The room was full of werewolves, those not sitting around the table stood and watched me stand at the raised stage. “Wait,” I called out. “Before you do anything bloody, can we let this kid go?” They all burst into racuous laughter that had my body burning up from rage or embarrassment. I honestly could not tell which either. Right now, either I die or not, Tina was my priority. “It’s sad I will not be able to see the look on your father’s face when he sees my message regarding you,” the fake Dumbledore said. “Oh, what the hell? We’ve won.”

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

Covering myself up, I sat back down, choosing the furthest spot from him. He took off his t-shirt and threw it at me before he looked away. Gritting my teeth, took off the tattered remains of my top and I wore Dimitri's. Another hour passed in silence and pain for me before the entrance door opened. It was Dumbledore 2.0. But this time he was alone, his side bitches missing. He quickly began opening up Anna's door. Thank Goddess witches aren't affected by heat. Because I would have killed him. I really would have.