Klaus Books Novels & Stories

Klaus was a good ruler, he usually left me free to do what I wanted, as long as I kept my part of the border safe, didn't get in the way of politics in general and left the big packs alone. That's why many feared me and tried to stay as far away from my clutches as possible. After all, anyone who crossed my path didn't have a happy ending, but one full of pain and suffering. In fact, one of my favorite shows was to put my enemies in a mansion full of traps and give them the hope that if they got out of there they could have freedom... But well, there's no such thing as freedom in my vocabulary, only strength prevails and also fear, because I'm addicted to the smell that fear brings to beings

Have I mentioned that I love my roommate? Five minutes after Anh left, Klaus came out with his briefcase. He was a short man who managed to be both scarecrow-skinny and yet have a small pot belly going on beneath his pricey suit. Except for a perpetually sour look, he was okay looking. Between that, his money, and the authoritative presence he struck that many women would mistake for confidence, he seemed to do all right with a certain class of Los Angeles gold digger. “I need those documents for Teramore thoroughly proofed,” he snapped.

“You? The same Mira who almost cried because Kevin ignored you?” “That was different!” Before she could answer, there was a knock on the door. “Oh, that must be Chloe,” I said, walking to open it. I pulled the door open. And froze. Klaus. Standing there like he stepped out of a magazine. A fitted black leather jacket hugged his shoulders, a tight dark shirt underneath showing the hard lines of his chest. The top buttons were open, just enough to reveal the edge of a dragon tattoo curling over his skin. Black slim jeans. Heavy boots.

Klaus found his way into the shower and had a fresh bath. He walked out with a towel around his way and there was the new maid putting some books back in it place. She seem to notice his presence as she turned back slowly. "Boss". She said. "Myung Hee right? ". He Asked walking toward her. "Yes Boss". "And I hope you know right in this mansion, you're not only a maid but....". He said and made to kiss her when a knock hits the door. "Am busy Abruzzi". Klaus yelled. "Okay boss '.

I replied. “I think we have a plan.” Klaus smiled. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform.

The thought made me grin as I watched the mixture bubble and darken. The pot cooled on the counter, the faint, earthy smell of the ash filling the air. I crept closer to the library door, pressing my ear against the wood, trying to catch a scrap of what Klaus and Eleanor were saying inside. Their voices were too quiet, hushed and secretive, like they knew someone might be listening. I scowled, my nails digging into my palms. Whatever Klaus was plotting with his big talk of finding the witches, exposing Eleanor’s origins, and dragging Sebastian’s secrets into the light—it all stank of lies. I’d spent enough nights tangled up with him to know the truth. Klaus didn’t care about justice or answe

Its cover was aged, and the pages were frayed, as if it held secrets yearning to be uncovered. I paused, my heart racing. This was Lexi's personal space, and I was intruding. But my thirst for answers was too strong, so I gently opened the journal, scanning the pages for any reference to Klaus. As I read, shock washed over me. The entries were enigmatic but revealed a tumultuous relationship filled with intense passion, heated disputes, and soft promises. Lexi's writing was infused with emotion; her love for Klaus was evident, yet it carried an undercurrent of urgency.

Alice’s POV I opened my mouth, but not a word came out. Klaus clenched his teeth. “You’ve overstepped your boundaries.” “I’m…I’m sorry.” He didn’t respond. “I didn’t mean to,” I added, my voice barely audible. My gaze lingered on the document, trying to understand what was written. Immediately, Klaus hid the file behind his back, something flickering in his eyes. Why was he being so defensive? What could possibly be in it?

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.

He tries to keep a positive attitude. "You're working in Dreamy Stories?" the cute guy said after pon reading their calling cards. "Yes we do," said Hyun. "My girlfriend is a fan of the books you published recently," the cute guy said. Now, it's Hyun's turn to feel the downpour. He rolled his eyes first before saying something. "She's the author," he said pointing to Cela. The cute guy is amazed. He then got a copy of Cela's second book from his bag. He told them that he just purchased the book yesterday and plans on giving it as a surprise gift to his girlfriend today.