Elijah Klaus Mga Nobela at Kwento

Elijah's actions were a cruel reminder of my vulnerability. Amidst the pain, I managed to utter, "Mrunali killed Sophia." I anticipated a reaction, yet Elijah's pace quickened, culminating in his release. Elijah abruptly stood and began to leave, his departure a stark contrast to the pain I endured. I couldn't help but cry out in agony, "You heard what I said! You mourn for Sophia incessantly, but today, you remain silent despite knowing her murderer's name." Elijah's gaze met mine, his anger evident. He responded, "Don't utter my mate's name. I see through your attempt to manipulate my emotions with Sophia's memory. But I won't be swayed."

“I just wish to know what it is like to kiss her.” The smirk on his face became larger and it was obvious what he was trying to do. “How is that your business?” I asked. “I like her.” “You don’t threaten someone you like,” I retorted, my voice still managing to be calm. “And you don’t put someone you like in danger, Mr. Klaus.” I wore a frown instantly. He knows something. “Or should I say, Adonis Malcolm Klaus? A.K.A The Ruthless?” he continued and my fear became confirmed.

Once she did that, the little girl laughed heartily, and Ashlyn stood up straight. Claire then stepped forward. "I heard from Elijah," Claire started. A friendly smile played on her face. Claire was Elijah's mother, making her the mate of former Beta. Growing up, she had been close with Claire due to her friendship with Elijah. But when that friendship came to an end, so did the relationship between Claire and her became weak. Nevertheless, this did nothing to change the respect she had towards the woman.

They were kissing, smiling, staring and whispering sweet nothings to each other for a while now that Levi wanted to start gagging his throat, spin his head and do projectile vomit The Exorcist style. "What in the Jewish hell is happening to Jesse?" Charlie also managed to ask her bosses Levi and Isaac, hanging out with them by the bare brick walls. The three of them raised their glasses to their mouths and took a sip all at the same time, gawking at Jesse and K from the other side of the room. "I don't know," Isaac shrugged, beaming like a dog. "I've always prayed for him during Hannukah. I never thought that shit's real. But that, right there, is a fucking Hannukah miracle."

His aura radiates respect all the way. “Elijah here.” Elijah is effortlessly captivating—tall, lithe, and graceful, like a dancer or an actor. His mixed features give him a unique handsomeness: high cheekbones, full lips, and long lashes over thoughtful eyes. He speaks with passion, his hands expressive, and always smiling and teasing.

She shook her head at the result the computer had pulled up. Istredd waited. "Davis?" Jimmy's heart was hammering. He pulled his eyes from the screen and stood up. "Sir Klaus Melitele is our knight." McEwan remained seated. "Klaus is buried in London," Jimmy said. McEwan pointed to the poem. "What about a knight a pope interred? You heard Ms. Istredd. Klaus was not buried by a Pope." Jimmy reached for the mouse. "Who said anything about a Pope?" He Clicked on the "pope" hypertext, and the complete sentence appeared.

The leader sighs and points the gun at Clara next. I rush forward on my knees fighting against the chains that held me. "No, wait.. you said, you can't..." Another shot. Another body. I can’t breathe. The world tilts and the walls crashed in. The shadows shifted and the cold cell fades away warping into something else. Elijah. At first he was smiling then his golden eyes darken as he steps forward with Clara’s body on his hands. "You let them die," he whispers. "No..." "You did this."

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

It was a simple sentence but the amount of emotion behind it was suffocating. Green orbs looked at me anticipating my reaction but I couldn't even gather up any comprehensible words, my mouth remained slightly agape, "Looks like Isaiah has a tiny bit of a crush." Chuckling, his American accent was thick, Isaiah didn't even deny anything, springing himself off the grey couch, he made his towards me, standing right in front of me, I could notice a small scar under his mesmerizing eyes specifically the left one, cocking his head to the side he grinned, "I didn't get the chance to introduce myself, I'm Elijah St. Claire." Confidently he offered me his hand which I accepted, a handshake is totall

Josiah answered one after the other to deny what Clara was saying. Clara was about to speak again when we simultaneously looked up at a man who stood beside her. I can't help but be incapacitated because it's Elijah! It was Clara's crush! "Clara," he called my friend. I grinned because I knew that my friend was very happy now. Elijah is handsome and also one of the rich people in our town. Clara likes him very much because besides being handsome, famous, and rich, he is also kind and smart. Clara looked stunned by Elijah that's why I felt Josiah lightly nudge me. I lightly kicked Clara's foot under the table to return to her senses.