Novel & Cerita Who Was Dumbledore's Lover

She smiles at me gently , making me feel a warm feeling inside. “My queen…I have never experienced love in my life , but I know for sure that the relationship between Alexander and you is far from being called love…” she takes my hand in hers. “ Ever since , I had seen your bloodied body I knew that Alexander had no love in his heart for you – he is only obsessed and filled with lust. I knew that love would not have hurt you the way he did , love would not have had you bleeding a pool of blood…” she squeezes my hand gently.

then another guy pointed my hand gripping Calvin's ones and said, " We would take good care of you, unlike your boyfriend. We would allow you to grip any part of us you'd like to hold." Calvin and his friends sneered over the comment and were about to get into a physical fight but were abruptly stopped by the most popular person in the school, Minerva Floquent. She walked exquisitely, waving her blonde hair and shrugging off a red velvet shiny scarf from her neck and throwing it over the neck of one of the college guys and tugging him towards her.

I had no business with having a Luna, she was just a breeder and wait, and she wasn’t a virgin when I first slept with her. I turned again to look at Dumbledore as my eyes sprung out again like they were about shooting out. “He is definitely telling the truth, they were madly in love and they both had sex several times, yes. Oh f*ck!!” I groaned within as I looked away, biting my left, little finger. ‘Darn it!! Now I despise you the more, you lowlife sl*t!!” I cursed as I drank directly from the bottle, I gulped it all as my eyes became red, like a bloodshot.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

He said I was still so young and had a lot to experience, it was true he was wiser beyond his years, he had been a vampire for over a century after all. But in the end there was no choosing when it came to having a mate, there wasn’t anyone else I wanted. And besides it would be just too painful for the both of us if we kept ourselves separate for any longer than we already had. So as soon as I had my twentieth birthday, I sniffed him out and found him again. We both still couldn’t truly believe a vampire and werewolf had been destined to protect and love each other for eternity. This was just so unheard of and absolutely forbidden.

When he lifted his head up, his dark eyes were weary but full of different emotions I couldn't name. "Love has isn't based on age nor physical appearance, Ophelia. I promised Dahlia that she will be the only woman I will love until I die, and I will live by that promise." I could see that Lancelot loves Dahlia so much. How could I have a heart to fool him and pretend that I am the love of his life? He is so good to me and I know that he is really a kind person. I don't want to fool him but what can I do if that was the agreement I had with the magical healer? If I won't follow what we had agreed with, I'm afraid someone else has to pray the price which is the thing I will never want, especia

emitted Cynthia, " I love reading books and am a big potter head. I love the whole series," said Ada " Oh my god one more common thing again am a potter head too," said Cynthia. " Great am a huff puff and you ?" interrogated Ada " UMMM ...so meet your Ravenclaw friend Ada and who do you crush on," replied Cynthia " Of course Neville Longbottom and whom do you admire," said Ada. " No doubt Draco for life ... By the way good choice."

he told me. Freya called out Damon's attention. " If that's the case, well she's yours now and I'll take that imbicile human behind you?" She shouted while showing off her big eyes. I narrowed my eyes on her. I know they had secrets together. " Diana, she's his ex lover from the past, she cursed him because he pushed her away to see her awful face while revealing her true form on his birthday" an enchanting voice when I was a child tells me in my head.

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

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.