Dumbledore's Lover Novels & Stories

the tears in my eyes burned and I couldn't stop it from swelling again. “Our love manifests itself differently, in my case, my love for him doesn’t necessarily mean that I have to pursue him," I took a deep breath. "I have to accept loving him from a distance, because loving him from afar may be the best solution for us,” I told her the truth because there's no reason to conceal it anyway as I believe she's a good person.

20 - Apollo Castiello How will this end? How stories end when love is denied: with tears and a journey. Shakespeare in Love I was in disbelief, completely untrusting of everything my life had become in less than 24 hours. And it was all because of one person, always the same reason, and I no longer knew what to think. Especially at that moment, especially when she wasn't with me. Because then I became an irrational being. Mia helped me be a better person, to think better, to breathe better. Without her, everything was too heavy, too arduous.

Finding and loving me helped Arlo finally slip the leash of his mother’s control. This surely isn’t true for all forms of sorcery, but the dark, evil kind practiced by Maelor and his cabal doesn’t seem to enjoy the purity of real love. Maelor’s dampening my connection to Arlo, but there isn’t a power in existence which could sever it. I simply have to dig until I uncover it. Picturing his face is easy. The high cheekbones and strong chin, his warm eyes and heart-stopping smile. The way his silky dark hair falls into his eyes when he works up a sweat. My heart starts beating faster just thinking about him.

Mark, though eager to ask questions, exercised patience. “Liam.” “What?” Julie gasped, wiping her tears. “What about Liam?” “I’m… I’m sorry… I…” “Was it him? Did he do this to you?” “I followed him last night. He told me that… I’m sorry, Julie.” Elizah sobbed uncontrollably, unable to look at her sister as she covered her face with both hands. Mark Robertson furrowed his brows in confusion . “Who’s Liam?” Julie took a step back. “My fiancé.”

He told them and intended to leave the room. "That's it? That's all you had to say, and I thought you were going to kill me," Angel said he turned and looked at me with a devilish smile on his face. "I can't say that this idea didn't cross my mind but sometimes you have to change plans," he said and winked at her. "Make yourself at home my love," he said and walked out of the room. "I'm not your lover, and I never will be," Angel said loudly.

"Who?" Soka rolled her eyes, her thick braids swaying with the motion. "Don't give me that, Aurora. I know the look, and this is definitely it." She was right, of course. I couldn't deny it. But what could I say? That I was pining for the king, a man who was not only out of my league but also promised to another woman? We carried the bowls to the wooden shelf, and the silence between us was thick with unspoken words.

He took a deep breath, attempting to control the storm brewing within him. “I loved your mother more than words can convey, you don't know how much I missed her,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t question my feelings or motives. You’re too young to grasp the complexities of adult relationships.” But before he could continue, his daughter’s grief-fueled defiance took over. “Did you really love my mom? Or did you only marry her because of her wealth!” Elissa shouted. ‘slap’ In a surge of frustration, Alfredo’s hand met her cheek with a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, leaving an eerie silence. His eyes widened, realizing the weight of his actions, while his daughter’s tear-str

“He offered me lessons in return for what? Silence? Weapons? A partnership?” Maria’s face shifted. For the first time since she’d stepped into the lamplight, I saw a flicker of irritation. “Loren is a surgeon. He always wants to cut. He will help you learn to wield. But do not mistake him for a lover. His knife never asks who will mend.” A crack of sound then too close and too human. A shot. Sharp as bone. Damien sagged into me like a prop giving out. Warmth pooled under his coat and I smelled iron, loud and immediate. He looked up, and his mouth was a small, stubborn crescent.

Her face twisted, and she whipped her head up to look at Joseph. Joseph was grinning from ear to ear. "That's right! I bet you never would have guessed that I hate both you and Ashton and want to see the two of you dead, Victoria!" Perhaps he was spurred on by Victoria's current appearance, which made her look like a walking corpse, but he began to come clean about his involvement in the entire affair. Joseph was Victoria's childhood friend and first love, but he didn't love her. Sculpting was the only thing that he loved.

Elbert made no move to stop her this time. •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• The room was dark, but the soul who lay on the bed without sleeping was burning up with fire in his lions. Darius was trying to quench the flame that the Luna’s daughter had ignited in him. She had been so beautiful, and heavenly. He shouldn’t think about her because she was a werewolf, and the problems they had were still there. But, still, he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to see her, touch her and love her.