Sirius Potter 소설 & 이야기

Dominic's composure cracked. These two were not ordinary people. That much was already obvious. He steadied himself and spoke in a low voice. "Who are they? Do you recognize them? Are they from the Chamberlains or the Draconox Order?" The bodyguard shook his head. "No idea." Sirius had been away from Silverton for a long time, and even when he was around, he kept to himself. After his injury, he withdrew even further, staying within the Moonveil compound and cutting himself off from the outside world. Photographs of him were almost nonexistent.

How could a good-for-nothing like Philip Clarke get Theo Zander to help him? Wait a minute! He seemed to have overlooked something. Sirius finally realized something. His eyes widened as he shouted, “What are you doing? Don’t give up yet! Isn’t that just Theo Zander? Anyone who kills him will become the next Theo Zander with my full support!” Sirius was flustered, especially when he saw Philip approaching him. He was starting to get scared now.

‘I am supported by higher realms. Indeed, she is. His eyes fell on the dirt that seemed closer to him than she was, wanting so desperately to scream in frustration, yet even opening his mouth is a function stolen from him. “Soren Sterling Stuart—strongest mage on the Wizards’ Tower, Lord of the House of Sorcery, husband of Clara Mair, and traitor of the realms,” she spoke, “that is not as honorable of a title to add, is it not?”

I whispered, taking in the beauty he possessed. "Well, I'm not one of those men, you know. I'm different. I'm the god, sweetheart Hana. I don't do shit those men do." He sneered and it was mixed with confidence and disdain over the men alive on this earth. Because he thought he was superior. And he was not lying.

She looked at the chat window, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. Shine: This is a lot to take in. I need to think about it. User9982: Take your time. But don't keep me waiting too long. I can already imagine how sweet you taste. Shine: I will give you a response by morning. Do have a pleasant evening head, User9982. She put the phone face down on the coffee table. Her mind was racing. She thought about her boss, Sir Gilbert. He was the most intimidating, handsome man she had ever met.