Novel & Cerita Were Grindelwald And Dumbledore Lovers

he whispered alluringly. At that moment, I stopped caring about the question. Our future together had been written for us a long time ago. Someone could say that the affection we shared wasn't real since it was created by a spell… But isn't love always magical? It began exactly like the love between Immara and Jadiel. It started with that one magical kiss. After all that happened, I like to think of the kissing spell not as a curse, but merely a way to correct the evil fate of our previous lives. This time, we finally found our happy-ending. THE END

*** “Del-the-fucking-Spell.” Mary muttered as she stared at Deloris with recognition. Almost every upper-level warlock knew about the warlock whose expertise, when it came to spells, was legendary. Over a century ago, she’d fallen in love with a wolf and caused a massive uproar between her clan and the werewolves. There had been a fierce battle that had resulted in the death of the wolf that Del-the-Spell was in love with. Del had disappeared, never to be heard of again. “I see you’re still running with fleabags.”

Hatred pulsed heavily inside my chest as I remembered the way he stood outside the cathedral while my world burned around me. The memory ignited something vicious inside me all over again... I wanted him to suffer, I wanted all of them to suffer... even if it destroyed me too. Slowly, I stepped closer toward the monitor displaying Draco’s face. My reflection appeared faintly against the screen beside his image... a broken bride covered in blood standing beside a king raised in violence. The contrast felt almost laughable then quietly, I asked the question already haunting me. “How do I make a monster fall in love with me?”

"Dear Albert, when you read this letter, I had already consumed the Love potion. I know you may think I'm foolish, and truth be told, I wasn't entirely sure if this would work to keep my husband's love. But I know he is my mate, and we naturally have a bond of love. If the Love Potion can make him love me more, then I win the gamble. If not, then I am prepared to lose." "Albert, when we were studying together, there was a flower left on my desk every day. I knew you were the one leaving those flowers, and I knew you liked me. It was more than a simple student's friendship, and while I never reciprocated your feelings, you may have believed it was because I am a werewolf, and you are a vampir

Kyle’s dad stayed quiet, just watching me. I rubbed my palms on my jeans. “I fell in love with him before we even met properly. We were both in different bike racing group, but we later came together as a crew. I saw him first at one of the meets, he was arguing with some guy about something I didn’t know but he definitely caught my attention. I thought… damn, that’s the kind of fire I like.” Kyle’s mom raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t interrupt. “I didn’t talk to him for weeks, i watched him until we got paired to be in the same room

“I, Draco Riordan, take you, Luna Granger, as my wife, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. I promise before God and these witnesses to always love and cherish you, until death do us part.”

“There are some things that only love can fix.” Knowing the truth of Daniel and Rosemary’s life together, Haldir nodded. "Yes, that’s true. But the three of you need to understand something. You and Rosemary were already in love when you discovered you were mates. Gretchen, she doesn't trust Damien. I may be able to get her here, but the first time these kids get into an argument she'll be gone just like that," Haldir said as he snapped his finger. "Unless you really are planning on locking her in that dungeon like you promised, Damien."

Somehow due to constant stolen kisses from his potions and alchemy teacher, and even so, knowing that he was a friend of his mother, as well as her godfather, things got complicated, he couldn't distance himself, nor could he prevent that even during visits, nothing sinful, even during private lessons or just prolonged contact, they became the source of his secret passion. The bad thing was that he was his mother's age, the man said that if he still liked him, in these years, he would at least accept, even if secretly, he would keep him as an expert, he would teach him everything about sex, but this would have to be kept secret between them. Tempting her secret love, the man was tall, handso

“You know, I could have told you for free that you’re wasting your time. Ever heard of Del-the-Spell?” “What has Del-the-Spell got to do with anything?” Frank snapped. Almost every upper-level warlock knew about the warlock whose expertise, when it came to spells, was legendary. Over a century ago, she’d fallen in love with a wolf and caused a massive uproar between her clan and the werewolves. There had been a fierce battle that had resulted in the death of the wolf that Del-the-Spell was in love with. Del had disappeared, never to be heard of.