Why Did Dumbledore Trust Snape

In a world of warring wolf and clans, a seventeen-year-old princess is determined to reclaim her kingdom from the traitorous wolves who betrayed her family. As she gathers an army, she meets two very different men, a prince and an eastern wolf king, both of whom declare their love for her. between her duty to her kingdom and her growing feelings for them, the princess must decide who to trust before the fate of her entire kingdom rests on her shoulders. Ashina's heart hurt when she was sixteen and found the man who stated he was in love with her, balls deep into some dragoness. Even if Cadma had never cheated on her, their love was not meant to be. The young prince did not see it the same way Ashina did and was not letting go of her without a fight. Angry at her true-mate, Andor, who did not save himself for her, she decides saving the kingdom is more important than having a mate. Is it possible for her fated mate and her to be together? Ashina had made the decision that love would not be part of her life at that point. As Ashina's heart was broken at sixteen, she realized that it was time to build an army to reclaim her kingdom.

I pushed the door open and saw Giovanna standing there in my silk robe—my gift from Enzo—and wearing my heirloom pendant. She lifted a brow and mocked me, “The robe fits, the pendant’s mine, and you—get out.” I grabbed Enzo, demanding an explanation, but he shoved a fake contract in my face, saying, “You signed it.” “I did not. Stop lying!” I snapped. He snapped at me, “This is family business. You know nothing.” It seemed three years together was nothing but an act. That very night, I ran away to Milan. I had nowhere to go and no one to turn to until Mark showed up out of nowhere. “Don’t be scared,” he said. “I’ve got you. As long as I’m around, no one touches you.” He protected me, and for a moment, I really thought I’d finally found someone I could rely on. However, when we were practicing at the shooting range later, I stared at him. “Why are you helping me?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because of that mess I left behind.” His eyes flickered for a second before he answered, “Just trust me. That’s all you need to do.” Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist. This whole disaster was all one giant setup. And now here I am, gripping a gun, fighting for justice, but am I really avenging myself? Or was I already someone else’s pawn from the very beginning?

Tiffany Jones is beautiful, innocent and a straight-A student, straight from elementary school, well, until she met Zeke. She had a lot of bad experiences while growing up, but that didn't stop her from becoming the person she was. Except that she had very huge trust issues. In college, she's made to share a bedroom with who she calls a total jerk. Yup, that's him, Ezekiel Blakely, popularly known as Zeke. He's a bad boy. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. The two are seen and talked about in the college, making Tiffany get attention, which she dislikes. How's she gonna cope with such a jerk? Would she give in to his flirtatious character and risk it all or would she flee before it's too late? Keep reading to find out. "Why the f*** did you have to wear this," This time, he pinned me to the wall, completely taking me off guard. "Nerd you're turning me on," He said and then pressed himself against me. There was no doubt he was already turned on. Oh, God! He brought his face to my neck and breathed hotly against it, sending shivers to my body. He trailed one of his hands up to my dress and our breathing was already getting hot. With one hand on my waist and the other making its way to my bra he whispers, "Stop torturing little Zeke."

Xavia was Gilbert long awaited mate. When he found out she was a weak human, he was disappointed. He had waited so long for her only to find out she was a human and a weak one. She was also a captive that was brought to him. Angry and disappointed, he sold her off to the Lycan king, during his visit to the Ice pack. He doesn't know why the Lycan King wanted her and he doesn't care about it either. Even after she returned a few weeks after she left, he hid the fact that she was his mate, not only from her but also from others. He also treated her badly until she ran away. Gilbert did not care that she left, despite knowing she was sick. But never did he think for once that when they meet again, she will no longer be the weak human he used to know. He also did not think that he will begin to desire her and when he wants her back as his mate, she will no longer be a mate for sale.

"Dont- DON'T TOUCH ME!" His frantic voice rang out through the store. Why now? Why did his heat have to come NOW?! Rayan Neel is a mistake of nature, a male omega. Omegas make up less than 5% of the world's population, and only about 1% of them are born male. Omegas in general are looked down upon as the lowest social class, and have only recently, as far as political timelines go, been given rights as citizens. The collar he wears both labels him and keeps him safe, but it doesn't make life easier. He doesn't need any help. He's perfectly capable of supporting himself, in spite of what he is. Sure, there's not much room for luxuries, but it's an okay life. No time for romance. Well, maybe just a little...

People hates Geneviève Arabella because she always act cold towards everyone. She barely show her emotions to anyone, but she changed when she met Storm Rodriguez. His warmth melted her cold heart. They became friends untill she noticed herself falling in love with him. At first, she never planned to confess her feelings for him, but one day, her ill grandfather told her that he want her to marry someone as soon as possible. That's why she told him her feelings, and he rejected her. She didn't accept it, so just to make him her groom, she did something unforgivable and wrong. But that is also the reason why their good relationship shattered. Storm hated her because of what she did. And their marriage gave them unhappiness.

She was supposed to be just a pawn in the games of throne that I played. A nanny for my Damian and perhaps also a little entertainment in my bedchamber as well. Why then did I have to risk it all for her sake? Why then was I willing to take a second chance? She was just a human. I had not felt this way even for my queen, a mighty dragon. *** Draco was a ruthless Dragon King who only cared about power and position. He and Liana were no match. The only thing connecting them was Damian. Damian was Draco's son from his deceased wife, Kiara. And he happened to slip down to the mortal human world. There he was being raised by Liana who saw him as her own son. Things turn difficult when Lucian, Draco's brother start developing feelings towards Liana just like he had for Kiara, in his heart.

Aamiya had gone inside, and was sitting in the lounging areas when Asfand entered and took a seat beside her. His face was wiped off of any emotions. "Did you give your number to Ahmed?" Asfand inquired, not quite looking at her. "No, not yet." Aamiya replied, turning towards him. "But I like, like him a lot." She continued. When Asfand turned toward her, the hurt was evident in his dark eyes. "You can't." Asfand mumbled as he stood up. Aamiya also got up, behind him and stopped him from moving by holding his hand. "Why?" She asked. "Why can't I? What is it that I'm not aware of?" She shouted. Asfand turned and grabbed her by her shoulders. "Because you are my wife."...... If you want to know more about this story,keep reading!

*You want me to fuck you, i know you do* PRETEND YOU MINE. "I'm not your girl, Ethan." I snapped instantly. "You were during that kiss, Brynne." Eyes flickering, he read me, and then he inhaled. I was a damp mess between my legs, and I wondered if he could smell me. "You smell so good... and fucking sexy." Sweet Jesus! His thumb rubbed over my collarbone where his hand still rested on my neck. And I did absolutely nothing to stop him. I was enjoying the view too much. I'd tousled his hair from the mauling with my hands. He still looked gorgeous and probably did even when he crawled out of bed in the mornings. Bed. Was there a bed in our immediate future? It would take next to nothing on my part to get this man into bed. I didn't have to be a genius to know he wanted sex. The real question here was did I want it? "Ethan." I pushed against the wall of steel that was his body and got nowhere. "Why are you doing this? Why are you acting this way to me?" "Don't know. I can't stay away and I'm not acting. I tried to leave you alone but I can't do it." He feathered his other hand over my hair and down until it was resting on the other side of my neck. "I don't want to stay away from you." He rubbed slow erotic circles with his thumbs meeting at the middle of my throat. "You want me too, Brynne, I know you do."

During lunch, an older female colleague asked me, "How old are you? Do you have a boyfriend? When are you planning to get married?" I shook my head. "Twenty-seven, no boyfriend, and no plans to get married." She was momentarily stunned. "What are you talking about? How can a woman not get married?" she asked. I smiled without responding. Realizing I wasn't joking, her expression darkened. "Did you work as a escort and get caught? Is that why no man wants you?"