Hayley Klaus Novels & Stories

Della's POV A few days have passed by and today is now the day of the masquerade ball. Alessandro returned home two days ago, along with the rest of them. I'm currently sitting in bed, watching, The Originals, on my iPad, with a bowl of banana split ice cream. I just can't get over how lucky, Hayley, is. She got pregnant by, Klaus, and she has this relationship with, Elijah.

"So when you told Hayley that you know where she can help children out, you mean an orphanage?" "Yes, exactly!" Korina giggled like a child. And now that I knew her a tad bit better…I didn’t feel as threatened for having her near Hayley any longer. "Miss Korina," Hayley called out to her, thankfully joining the conversation because as okay as I was to talk to a stranger, I wasn’t very good at making awkward small talk. "Yes, honey?" Korina turned her entire attention to Hayley. "What do you think I'll be getting for Christmas?” Hayley asked without hesitation. “Miss Kathleen says Santa Claus would visit me and that he likes cookies and milk. Has he ever visited you before?"

he crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly pissed although he knew Hailey was just looking out for him, "I don't think I owe you reports of how I spent my day. Nor do I have a curfew." hailey looked hurt at his outburst and flipped him the bird, "You're gonna get your heart broken by those pretentious rich boys who needs their fantasies of getting sucked by a man fulfilled." "Bry-" he paused, realizing he almost said Bryan, "I mean Klaus is more than that." "Same thing you said about Cain before you left you high and dry." she snapped at him, her eyes glowering. "Oh screw you." he snarled, "I'm not the one with a fatherless baby."

I tried dodging his question. "Oh God. You fell for her, didn't you? See I knew this would happen! I warned you, Klaus. What now? You two look cute together but do you think, she'll love you after figuring out you got close to her to get revenge on her dad? God, Klaus! Things are going to be messy. For you. For her!" "They won't,"I muttered inaudibly,"she loves me"

Konstantin groaned inwardly and lifted his head while Haley hunched over, face buried against her hands and his chest. "Hey, sweetheart." He smiled at the sleepy looking girl squinting up at him. "Haley's letting you kiss her now?" Zasha asked. Konstantin looked at Haley then back at Zasha. He wasn't sure what he'd expected his daughter's reaction to be to this development, but a deadpan stare wasn't it. "Yes. Yes she is," he replied. "Finally," Zasha groaned. "Is that hot chocolate?" "Yes. Want some?" Haley offered Zasha his mug.

It’s surprisingly fun. Haley is in a blush pink halter bikini with short, gray jogging shorts. It’s cute how Carrick stands over her like a watchdog. This is also ironically funny because he’s a werewolf. The boys are in board shorts and white tank tops. Carrick and Haley desperately rush off to a private corner, and Juliet gazes around solemnly before she heads to the drink bar.

She didn't see Keily's meaningful smile. "Pretty Auntie, do you like Handsome Uncle?" Haisley said that made Yara laughed. Keily was at the counter ordering their snacks. "You're really adorable Haisley, you know that?" Yara said pinching Haisley's cheeks. "I know and I'm pretty too but you're prettier than me and Mommy." Haisley said and Yara laughed again. "You like him?" Haisley asked again and Yara knew that her godchild won't stop asking until she gave her the answer. "Yes, but it's a secret." Yara asked. "But why, I think Handsome Uncle likes you too." Haisley said that made Yara smiled. "How did you know that?" Yara asked curiously. "Because he wants to kiss you a while ago." Haisley

I'm not going to sit around and wait for him to catch me again. I decided to dress up in a skinny blue jeans with a sea blue button down shirt. I pulled up my hair into a ponytail, feeling like Hayley from the originals at the time Klaus Michaelson held her captive in his house because she carried his precious miracle child in her belly. I carefully went down the stairs, taking light steps, eyes darting around for his men but none was in sight. I stepped into the sitting room and closed in on the glass walls. I peered out and tried to see past the gardens surrounding the property, up to the gate that I barely saw it's root. Not a single person outside. Where did everybody go?

Harlan that burned hotter than the fake fireplace flickering in the corner of the room. Mr. Harlan, her history teacher, leaned against his desk, loosening his tie. At thirty-five, he had that rugged look, broad shoulders, stubble shadowing his jaw, eyes that lingered too long on her during lectures. The mistletoe hung innocently above the door, a joke from the faculty party earlier. "Mr. Harlan?" Elena's voice was soft, hesitant, as she stepped closer, her boots clicking on the linoleum. She clutched a wrapped gift in her hands, red paper with a bow. "I... I got you something. For the holidays."

The moment we stepped inside the room and Elijah closed the door behind us, I grabbed the opportunity and kissed him. He didn’t push me away, not at first, sighing against my lips and allowed me to take whatever I wanted. My hands wormed their way underneath his shirt, sliding up the curves of his firm muscles, and stopped against his chest, my fingers curling as our kiss deepened. Out of nowhere, he dragged me out of his arms and pushed me away at arm's length. “Hailey, no. You need to stop,” he sounded breathless. “It’s the potion messing with you.”