Klaus Baudelaire Novels & Stories

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Xavier didn't know how long he was there or if he had overheard their conversation. He gulped nervously and tugged Layla close to him. "Elder Bazaar. Greetings to you",he greeted and bowed deeply. Layla's eyes widened when she realized this man was one of the elders of the Village. When Xavier told her about the elders, she had been thinking they were old wrinkled men who leaned on walking sticks for support. She never knew they were thick muscled men who looked menacing. She kept staring at him and quickly averted her eyes when Bazaar's sharp dark eyes landed on her. His hair was longer than Xavier's and his chest was as thick as a tree trunk. Dressed in dark amour, he looked absolutely int

The study smelled faintly of leather, whiskey, and burning wood. Safe. For the first time in months Elena felt something dangerously close to peace. Then the whispers returned. Suddenly. Violently. He lies. Her fingers tightened instantly. The fire flickered. “He wants to own you.” Another whisper joined it. “He will destroy you.” Candles trembled. Elena shut her eyes tightly. Not now. Please not now. The whispers only grew louder. “Kill him before he kills you.” The fireplace exploded suddenly. Flames burst violently outward. Elena gasped and stumbled backward.

He’ll like this one. His stomach turned. His knees threatened to give way. He wanted to run, yet the guards stood outside. He thought he was prepared for anything, but his body wasn't. The door creaked open again. A massive figure filled the frame. Master Klaus. He wasn’t handsome in any way, far from it. His face was coarse, scarred with old fights, and his breath reeked of alcohol even from across the room. The man’s sheer size made the chamber seem smaller, and the air thicker.

Klaus shouldn't have been someone special to me. But now, it was too late to escape. "Ugh... Klaus..." I cried out his name, pleading for mercy from my tormentor, but the fire in Klaus's eyes only burned brighter. His breath enveloped me, scorching me, leaving me trapped in a fiery hell. "Eat it." Klaus's voice was low and gravelly, not looking at me as he instructed. His member appeared before me, terrifying in its size. I looked at Klaus with fear, but in the darkness, he resembled a devil.

He stood beside me, expression unreadable, watching with the calm of someone observing a storm. No pity. No regret. Just judgment. Bella took all twenty strokes. By the fifteenth she was sobbing incoherently. By the eighteenth she was barely conscious. Even the crowd went quieter. But as the whip cracked one final time— for one impossible second— I heard it again. That same voice. Soft. Inside my head. Pain always begins with spectacle. My blood went cold. I jerked slightly. “What?” Klaus murmured beside me. I forced a breath.

The day went by with me relaxing by the pool but not swimming since the second I started to take off my shirt to swim in my bra and biker shorts Igor and the hunch back of Notre Dame or other wise known and Ace and the ass hole Pablo who’s still salty from me fucking him uk when we first meet, told me they would lock me in my room and tell Calder if I tried. Again what kill joys. Now I’m chilaxing on the over stuffed chair in the living room when the front door opens and in stumbles Calder with some blonde chick tucked into his side. “Wow your place is so big, you must be super rich” the chick giggles as he brings her closer to his chest and wraps his arms around her waist. He groans and gru

she said over her cup. Satisfied that all the potato wedges were evenly seasoned, I set aside the bowl. I needed to wait for Benny’s sausages and eggs before I could bake them. “Klaus?” I reached for my coffee and took a sip, leaning against the breakfast bar, so we were facing each other. She nodded. “He’s as much human as you and I, Benny,” I explained. In my time with her, I gathered that Dominguez and her mom painted a horrid dark picture of Klaus and Markus in Benny’s head. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you judged them before you even got to know them.”

He sensed the storm in the room, the electric tension humming beneath our skin. “I’ll be right over, buddy. Just stay put for now,” Damon said, his voice gentling as he addressed the boy. The fury that had moments ago threatened to break loose was momentarily tucked away behind a father’s careful tone. Kael hesitated but eventually nodded and sank back onto the couch, his attention flickering between us before reluctantly returning to the game. “That’s Baltazar,” Damon added after a breath, motioning toward the towering man still seated beside Kael. “His name’s Baltazar.”

|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•| "So, where are you from?" the dark-haired man asked me, wearing an arrogant smirk on his face. The bastard knew what he was doing. He had been riling me up with questions that were unnecessary, spinning around in his swivel chair, and twirling a pen I felt propelled to ram into his carotid artery and watch every ounce of life seep out of his eyes.