Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Madame Maxime

Henry glanced at the man, just one glance, before shifting his gaze away. Maxwell admired Henry's courage and bravery, but it didn't lessen his hatred for him. Lifting his long and powerful leg, Maxwell took two steps forward, hovering over Henry's bruised and swollen face as he sneered, "Mr. White, I wonder if you are accustomed to living here?" Henry's eyes narrowed as he stared at this man he had never seen before, his voice cold and harsh, "What have you done to Flora? Where is Flora?" "Don't worry, she's doing well. I've almost trained her to become a qualified prostitute," Maxwell's lips curled up slightly, giving him an evil smile.

He walked to the balcony and answered the call. "Mr. Hamilton, we've thoroughly investigated it. The person responsible for the reward post on the dark web is Charmaine! She's a real scoundrel, having assembled a group of people with the intention of humiliating Madam! She went so far as to specify the requirement of driving Madam to insanity and recording the entire process, which they plan to share online!" Max's anger escalated with each word, and she was on the brink of losing control of her inner fury. She was a bodyguard with extensive training.

“Sounds serious. Got a name?” “Madeline Wilkinson,” he said smoothly, not even blinking. The moment he said her name, my pulse kicked. His gaze sharpened, watching for any twitch in my expression. I gave him none. No reaction. Nothing he could hold onto. Shrugging, I leaned back in my chair. “Can’t help you with that. No one by that name has crossed into Demonmaw territory.” Max leaned forward slightly, a sly smile creeping onto his lips. “Really? Rumour says otherwise.”

Tall, pale, and dressed in an immaculate suit, he looked like he’d stepped out of a Victorian painting. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "I am Professor Laurent. While I may not practice witchcraft, I have spent centuries studying its many forms. And so, you will learn from me." Rita slid into a seat, pulling out her notebook— And then he walked in. The shorthaired wolf from last night. He moved with deliberate calm, his shoulders tense as he scanned the room. When his eyes landed on her, something flickered in his gaze—something hungry.

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.

Enzo replied respectfully. Morgan arrived at the mansion and walked inside to see his little kitten; he was already missing her badly. But he didn't expect to see Peter and the chef running out of the kitchen with a coughing Alexa in tow as she vigorously waved the rug in her hand to reduce the smoke in the kitchen. “What happened here?” Morgan's cold voice made Peter's heart skip a beat, and as for the chef, his legs were shaking from fright seeing the legendary king of hell in front of him. He didn't know what had happened for him to be summoned here today.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

I look around and found the place completely deserted until I spot a familiar figure sitting at a table in a secluded corner at the other side of the room. 'Seems he booked it for the morning ' I muse walking towards the table. Rich people. "you are late" He states taking a glance at his expensive looking watch. "Sorry." I apologise then take a sit opposite him. He must be a time freak. Am just 7 minutes late. "May I take your orders." A waiter who literally appeared out of thin air asks. "Yes, I want a hamb..... " "No." Xavier replies, cutting me shut "we will order after the meeting "

He said and they walked toward the garden, as they reached the garden they saw Max arguing with a woman. "Shut the fuck up! We are nothing!" He snapped harshly to the woman, Jayla gasped at the woman beauty. She was beautiful, black long hair with blue eyes, she remembered her. She was Hailee. "You're my mate Max, we were supposed to rule this world." She shouted at Max who was barely controlling his wolf. "You are not ruling this world, my mate is!" "You're my mate, she's using you. Fuck sake, she's a witch!" She yelled.

Could never figure out how she managed it. Piers panted to my side, jogging to a halt as Max came to stand next to me, head tilted to one side. Quaid supported the panting Galleytrot as Charlotte paced back and forth between me and the rest of the house, a low growl humming in the back of her throat. "Interesting," Max said. "It's alive." Piers's magic touched it before he flinched back. "Holy mother of..." He turned and was noisily sick, whole body convulsing around his need to rid himself of the touch of what Ameline had done.