Matthew Riddle Harry Potter Novels & Stories

A pair of immaculately shined oxfords came into view. "You're a sight, little one." His voice was deep, rich with authority that sent a shiver down my spine. I lifted my gaze, drinking in the sight of him - tall and commanding in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. Salt and pepper hair framed piercing dark eyes that seemed to see right through me. "I'm Matthew," he said, the corner of his mouth tilting up ever so slightly. "But you can call me sir." "I'm Lily, sir," I replied softly, allowing a hint of breathiness to color my tone. Inside, my mind raced. This was Matthew Stephens. Self-made business consultant with a reputation for both mentorship and ruthlessness. I wondered which side I'd

Her eyes filled with wonder as she lifted one brow and asked, "For?" I looked deeply into her eyes as I replied, "For being you." * * * "I think we've outgrown full-time education ... Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?," — Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | Mey and The Talk of The Century I was about to close the front door when I heard my mom's voice yelling my full name. "MEY WANG!!"

Liam inquired and curiously stared at the witch. Matilda faced him and thought of an answer. “I saw Raquel struggling to avenge your death, and I decided to help. Anyway, it took months of energy and power to practice my magic and when I knew it was fully ready…the rest is history” Matilda replied and shrugged. Liam nodded and found her answer a bit suspicious but quite unbelievable. He sauntered to Dylan and dragged him to the couch. He laid him on it and pegged his nose. “He smells like a corpse” Liam uttered and walked to Matilda.

"Let's hope not, because this one is extremely strong,'' Matthew said. Matthew was a warlock, born from a noble family, that severed in giving back to the earth. He had salt and pepper hair, his beard was almost grey, with dark chocolate eyes held years, and his lean body suited him well. When the two arrived at the scene, Karl gasped in awe and stepped back in fear. The witch's head snapped up to the sound. ‘’Well, it looks like I won't be going anywhere for a while," she sighed, dropping Scott like a rag doll. "Take this, sprinkle it on your hands, go wolf and claw her on any part of her body that you can get," Matthew told Karl. Without question, he did what he was told. This caused the w

He pleaded, afraid the offended Madam would refuse to help. "No need. She is lucky I still have one cup left." "Oh, thank God." Matthew sighed in relief. Taking the pot off the cooking stove, Madam Nora poured the remaining potion into another cup and brought it back to Arabella, who immediately stiffened at the sight. "You'll never get me to drink that!" "Now you hold that girl for me, young man." The Madam ordered. Arabella gasped when Matthew turned toward her. "No, no. Don't you dare-"

KNOCK KNOCK Mr. Matt entered after a soft knock, his expression tense. He clutched something tightly in his hand, clearly debating whether to walk in or throw it all out the window. He knew what he carried could ignite Damian's fury-but hiding it might only unleash something worse. "Mr. Matt?" Harry stood quickly when he saw what was in the older man's grip. Without a word, Mr. Matt handed the item to Harry. "Please... calm the young master down, Doctor Harry," he whispered close to Harry's ear. "If not, the whole house will collapse under him."

I sat back down and acted like I was scrolling through something on my phone. “Hey,” Matthew said, plopping on my bed. I clicked my tongue and pushed him to the side. He groaned and savored my mattress. “Damn. They really gave you the best room in the mansion, didn’t they? My mattress feels hard as rocks compared to you.” He closed his eyes and relaxed on my bed while I hesitated to ask him questions about the blind princess living in this very castle. If there’s someone who knows a lot about the affairs of other kingdoms, then it’s Matthew.

He had on a pair of gray skinny jeans, a white hoody and white converse with his glasses on his nose. Mate Mate I blinked and shook my head as I looked around the group of friends all of who were now looking at me with raised brows and Bennett was behind Chris holding onto his shirt and hiding his face. I frowned. Why is he hiding? Gray asked with a whine and I replied that I didn't know. Why was Bennett hiding? "Can we help you with something?" Julian asked with a perfectly shape brow raised and arms crossed I shook my head to clear the fog that clouded my mind and Gray growled, clawing at my head to get out but I kept him locked. No way was the nerd my mate. I won't have that. I rather be

I asked him “My father went to see an oracle and in exchange for power, he sacrificed my mate. By that I mean he promised that I will remain a bachelor unless I accepted a witch as a mate. I was very young back then and I didn’t know what was the right decision, however, I couldn’t imagine myself settling with a witch so I told him I would rather live my life as a bachelor than be mated to a witch. I know you thought that I hadn’t met My mate but that is not true. I met her when I was younger but was forced to reject her and that is why I ended up with you.” “To cut the long story short, i knew i would never get a second chance mate no matter how long i waited, but i hot older and i got lone

I finished speaking and saw how the old Master Gerald's face morphed into fury. “Don't worry, I'll find justice for you. I will make sure that woman never gets close to Morgan; even if I have to make such filth disappear, I'll...” “You would do no such thing.” A voice said, oozing power and full of warning. There was only one person who could interrupt the old master's words. His image had just formed in my mind when his powerful steps announced his entry. Morgan Wright was standing in front of us, looking as formidable as ever.