Klaus Caroline Novels & Stories

She looked very much like Jennifer Connelly, with the way her eyebrows framed her kind, delicate eyes. She and K had some resemblance, too. They were both stunningly beautiful, with slim physique, the right combination of sharp and soft features on their faces, and they were of the same height, too. The only difference was, K was more exotic, which was probably something she got from her nonexistent father. "Come on in now, kids," Laura ushered them in, literally dragging both K and Jesse to the steps of the patio. "Get in and get warm, real quick." She demanded.

It was a beautiful, expensive cage. Klaus was standing by a long kitchen island, pouring water into a glass. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his sleeves were rolled up. He looked at me, and for a second, I saw a flash of something in his eyes, but it was gone before I could name it. "You’re late," he said. "The traffic was bad," I replied, staying near the elevator. "And I had to wait for the doctor to give me an update."

Doreen cladded in a formal suit, a gray one that unexpectedly complimented his ghastly attractive eyes, could be seen standing at the staircase's base. He was about to head for work, yet a large part of him desperately wanted Tessa to come down, and request a ride to the Ballet Academy. Klaus, also dressed in his usual outfit with a car key in his possession, was uncertain about what to say — the previous night, Doreen had given him one of his credit cards. Both were unaware of Tessa's fashion sense, but his Master instructed him to buy any female clothing in sight. It was ridiculous — Doreen was ridiculously rich, so it wasn't shit.

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

God. I am going to faint. This is so crazy. What’s happening? “Wait, you are Mrs. Carter?” I almost whisper as she nods her head, making me jump in my place as I hug her, “I am sorry for hugging you. I am just so happy to meet you all.” “Well, we always celebrate Christmas at my place, but Lukey insisted we do it here this time.” I just stare at her. Is he here? My fragile heart can’t take this. I am going to faint.

I asked him. “Do you know her full name? It’s Kate Zainab Omar” he answered. Smith’s POV I have planned for this day for a long time. I must enjoy every minute of it. People’s suffering and pain sooths my mood. “Am sure you are smart, you will figure it out.” I was not happy that Charles and Camilla were not surprised. “Could it be that they discovered who she is?” I thought.

But how could someone as attentive as he be unaware of it? Klaus responded gently, "It's fine, Miss Carina. It's nothing serious. My sister, Ember, tragically fell off a cliff recently, so we had her funeral not long ago." “I’m so sorry…” I could see sympathy and helplessness in her eyes as she apologised.

he said. "Good." Then, she waved at her maid. "Set up my wardrobe," she commanded. Kennedy shook his head and answered his phone. He spoke to the person and hung up. "You need to give her time. Date her; bring her to romantic places," Klaus said. "She's not like Keira Del Carlo or Hannah Grace," he mumbled. "Don't say that," Klaus smiled. "The two of you suit each other." "Yeah," he rolled his eyes. "Fine." He stood and went upstairs.

“Observe him around his friends, and you’ll get your answer.” ~~ That’s why I ended up here in North Carolina, dressed in a floral white cotton summer dress with a pink and blue paper gift bag for Mikael and Ramona. Klaus’ mansion stood on an acre of land in Huntersville. It was green everywhere. We passed by grassland with horses, sheep, and goats, a stream with crystal waters, and farmers busy tending the field. It was refreshing to see that Klaus wasn’t actually kidding when he said I’d love his place.

Quite a good deal, isn't it? Being a secret lover for three months was far easier than killing a royal, fighting an entire country, or starting a war between two nations. By every measure of reason and logic, it was the most rational choice. Bruce lifted his eyes, his cold gaze settling on Claudia's face. "Absolutely no intimacy." His tone was resolute and left no room for negotiation. Claudia's smile stiffened for a moment. She was the crown princess of Karsden, one of the ten most beautiful women in the world. Countless people had pursued her for the chance to glimpse her.