Dumbledore's Lover Novels & Stories

“I don’t even know his reasons.” “You can’t love him.” My father said without hesitation and I look up curiously at his sudden words. “Jeffery is Louisa’s son.” “What!” My pupil flared and my lips parted. “Louisa’s son, the one you want to get married to?” The spoon I held in my hands fell to the ground and it felt like everything around me went dark. I stopped Jeffery at the school hallway and looked at him but he looked away from me with his hands in his pocket and his eyes cold and his face was expressionless.

He roared. Davina scoffed before giving him a forced smile as she started nodding vigorously. "I'm glad I get to hear exactly what you've always thought of me. Yet here I was hoping that you at least believed that I loved you." Iran laughed. It came out louder than I expected and it made Davina look stupid. "You loved me?" He scoffed. "Come on, you don't actually think I'm stupid enough to believe that. You are incapable of love, Davina and when you couldn't make me your tool, you ran off to Albus."

With renewed determination, I was thankful for the Love Doctor potion while I merrily made my way back home a new woman… A soon-to-be Luna! A few hours later, I entered my humble abode, and a wicked grin played upon my lips as I headed straight to my kitchen. It was time to set my plan into motion, to bake the tempting morsels that would carry the enchantment of Ashburn. Carefully, I blended the charm into the batter, infusing each cookie with the power to awaken Damon's hidden desires. When I was done it was morning, hence I immediately took them to Alpha Damon's office and gave them to him, he gladly accepted them because he thought I was there to apologize about my last encounter with him

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

At thirty, he's the hottest man who could give me amazing orgasms. And here I am broke and working in a small library, sometimes singing in the bar but I loved my life to bits. I am right where I am supposed to be. Damien made sure that I am always happy and fully content. He's not only my lover, but he's my protector, my mentor and hopefully the father of my kids one day. It's the weekend, I work late because students like to stay in the library until they are satisfied with what they are reading. Damien would be picking me up today, I was scrolling through our old photos when Aunt Shirley called me. I smiled and swiped the green button.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

“Only a day. It’s only been a day since you lost Abyss.” “A day?” “A day,” he confirms. I whisper in pain at the thought of how long it’s seemed to be since we detached from one another. How could both of my parents know this was going to happen and not warn me? Anger splices through me but so do images as I watch Lora scream before the images cut to Damian. He’s with a girl, someone young and familiar looking, is she a witch that used to live out with Gretchen? They kiss, holding one another closely as lovers might. Then the images flit to my baby again, to Lora screaming in pain.

~ ~ Avery ~ ~ My hand, reaching for a delicate-looking mug, froze mid-air. The ceramic cup, cool against my fingertips, suddenly felt heavy, precarious. My eyes remained fixed on the silver plaque, the engraved words seeming to burn into my retina. Draco Thorne, Head of Literature Department. The world tilted.

The feeling that I will never survive without Dahlia by my side… The feeling that I am dying just because she walked out away from me and may never come back forever… Are all of these mere illusions too? ‘No… We really did love her. We still do, and she had loved us, which was why the mark on our body did not go away…’ Albus replied to my thoughts once more. My Dahlia… She loved me… She loved me with all her heart… I was a fool to have thought that anything good could come out of this! I thought I still had time to change her mind about me before she discovers who I am, but sadly I didn’t. It’s all over now. She and I had crumbled apart…

the man said while huffing his pipe. A blond haired man leaned down at to get a fleeting glance of white hair, which disappeared into the door below. "That.... she is Miss Eloise Ayles, her father Harem Ayles a small viscount passed away recently so they are moving to their mother's home town in your duchy. What you don't know about that? What kind of a Duke are you, huh?" he jokingly said. "hmmm, she seems silly," he whispered, blowing out a cloud of smoke.