Klaus Baudelaire Novels & Stories

I couldn’t open my eyes well to look around because of the conspicuous lights, I could only try as much as possible to squint them a little. “You are just a little girl, what is so special to you that Lucien can’t let you go?” the man asked again. “Who are you and what do you want from me?” I asked. I had been so nervous that I forgot I also have a mouth to speak even if my eyes cannot see. “I just want to see what is so special about you, Camilla West! You are just a rejected thing, why would Lucien value you so much?” My heart skipped a bit when I heard him. This man knew my identity and the fact that I am already a reject, just who the hell is he?

He seemed nicer than his brothers, not as dangerous, and his smile was adorable but for some reason, I couldn’t help but disagree. Especially when Claude had his eyes fixed on me with that wide grin, one hand pinning Kael’s wrist while his other arm rested casually around Kael’s shoulder, towering over him without the slightest concern for the man trembling beneath him. Claude wasn’t nicer than his brothers nor was he any less dangerous. If anything, his smile was the most terrifying part and according to Kael, it was Claude I should fear the most. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, his question echoing in my head again and again.

“This cannot be happening to me right now.” “What is wrong?” Azreal asked as I screamed and pulled hard on my hair. “I knew he was bad but I didn’t expect this bad.” Klaus said in an amused tune. “What’s wrong?” Elijah asked and I breathed in calmly before slowly breathing out. “A warlock who goes by the name Bane. He was Lea’s teacher, the one who introduced her to black magic and my ex-lover.” I confessed. “God knows how much I hate that bastard.” “What did he do?” Azreal asked with interest.

Klaus promised. Klaus knew that he was reaching his limit, the Bank was suffocating him, they called him every day without fail to collect, and no matter how much he asked for the time they did not stop nagging him. To make matters worse, the delinquents, gangster, or whatever you want to call them were after him, he did not know how the hell they got his number and address but now they were not only looking for him to get paid, no gentlemen, they were after his bones. Bones because he didn't even have any flesh because he was so malnourished. And we must clarify something. Klaus is a beautiful being, the most fucking sexy and tender Omega you have ever seen. How is it possible to be sexy an

The air around me felt thick with tension as I waited for his response. “I see. Well, if you believe you are ready, then I will not hold you back. But I will warn you. It is not easy to kill someone, even when they are someone who deserves it. Taking a soul is a hard thing to endure. I want you to be one hundred percent sure of this, Kai.” He looked me over again before standing up, walking around his desk, and heading towards a picture on the wall. He snapped his fingers, and a door to a safe appeared. He lit a black flame in his palm and whispered a small incantation. The door, too, disappeared, leaving a large opening. “Are you sure you’re ready?” Balthazar asked me again. Turning towards

Kael stepped into the circle of memory, No smoke, No sword, No power humming beneath his skin. Just a quiet man with the weight of too many timelines stitched into his shoulders. His eyes met Liora’s, unflinching, unreadable, Behind him, the light flickered unnaturally, And from that flickering veil stepped the one she never dared to name. The one she thought was only myth. Not a monster, Not a god, Not even death, But the author who never left, The being that had been there at her first heartbreak, her first vow, her first lie. It didn’t speak, It didn’t need to. Its presence was oppressive.

"It's none of your business. All that matters is the fact that I know who you are. You are not of this world, and I know all your secrets." His reply was an unfazed raised brow. She could not say she was surprised by his reaction. "Do you really think I would hurt you?" She did not have an answer to that. Arabella was ready to convince herself that it did not matter what the answer was. "So what emotion do you feed on?" She asked instead. When she saw the hint of surprise in his eyes, she chuckled and continued. "I know master Klaus feeds on lust. What do you consume?" Markus chuckled before he spoke.

The intensity of his gaze didn’t need the mate bond to pave the way for him, it was as if my soul was on display for him to see and understand. I gulped hard, denial on my tongue, to push him away but he knew I didn’t need solace. I was confused, hurt and worse broken inside. “I’m here for you Rosalia, shh you don’t have to say anything, you’re safe now, that monster can’t touch you anymore” And there fluttered away the butterflies in my belly. “That monster is a human being his name is Klaus,” my rage burned hotter as I flashed out of his grip. “You don’t need to leave,” I said before his confused gaze locked on mine. “I’d rather go. You have memories in this room that makes me sick to my s

He was a king of the underworld and bowed to no one, especially someone who tried to control our fates. “Ahh, I see. My apologies. I hope this better suits your tastes.” She said, her voice clipped. With a wave of her hand, a glass cup filled with whiskey and ice replaced his teacup. Balthazar reached forward, his fingers curling around the cup as he brought it up to his lips. I watched him as his Adam’s apple bobbed. I bit my lower lip as I took a minute to remind myself that we weren’t alone and that this was not the time to think of how hot I found him. Finally, he lowered his glass and gave me a knowing smirk. Which only made me clench my legs together to stop myself from getting any mor

Klaus stared absently at the condensation slowly forming in his glass, too distracted to notice that the ice had almost completely melted and the bar lights had come on, thoughts swirling in his head as he tried to figure out how act next, he had always considered himself a cautious man, his plans and his actions went hand in hand down to the smallest detail, things did not always go according to plan, he knew, but of all possible variables I had never imagined that one.