Klaus Caroline Novels & Stories

He'd been doing it ever since we arrived, and judging by the distant look in his eyes, I wasn't even sure he realized it. I glanced down at his hand seeing how fisted his fingers were.His jaw locked tight. He looked like he was inwardly cursing himself. Guilt twisted painfully inside me as everything that had happened replayed through my head. "Just make sure it doesn't leave a mark," Klaus muttered, never taking his eyes off my face as he watched Ms. Carly's every movement. "That's exactly what I'm doing," she replied with an amused smile. "Now stop hovering so I can finish and you can take your girlfriend out of here."

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Kate POV Getting into the cars, Reid, one of our warriors, Louise, and I in the first car and the remaining warriors in the second car. We head out quickly not wanting to linger on the premises any longer. We had a long drive ahead of us and we had a mystery to solve on top of that.

I felt another kind of power as Damon touched me. Cassandra was back again, sneering at me as if she had just defeated me. “Won’t you say a word, banished mother of twins?” I grinned. Kael’s blue eyes locked on mine, soft but full of claim. “Those twin pups carry my blood. Come back to Shadow Moon with me. You belong to me!” My legs felt weak as he released that statement. It was like a command, but I could not obey immediately. Damon was here too.

I gazed at her hopefully. She acted as if she were glancing over her shoulder. "Oh, you're speaking to me? I figured you were speaking to a boomer who does, in fact, watch broadcast stations." I grunted to myself. Klaus was trouble in the worst kind of way. A pain-in-the-back-of-your-heart pretty-the kind of pretty that creeps into your system like fine whiskey and melts your bones to mush, your common sense thin-witty, sharp-tongued, obstinate, and emotional to the point of being on the edge of insane. She had no censor, no repression, and no fucks to give what other people thought of her.

His left wrist was adorned with his famous Cartier piece, and he found himself smiling at his image in the mirror. He felt like a nerdy college human boy preparing for a date with his hot athletic crush. Klaus scoffed at the thought. He shook his head and picked up his phone from his dressing table. His lips pouted as he whistled absentmindedly while searching for his best friend’s number. When he found it, he dialed the number and pressed the speaker to his right ear. Markus Dane picked up at the first ring – which was very typical of him – and Klaus could not help the broad smile that crept up to his cheeks.

Morticia announced. "Let me come with you," Jamie offered. "No, it'll be faster if I go alone," she insisted, getting into Ava's car to chase him down. Klaus headed straight to his mother's apartment. He pressed the doorbell twice, and when there was no reply, he punched in the code-it was his birthday. Josephine, who had been sipping juice, stepped out and looked surprised to see Klaus. "Baby?" she murmured, the nickname she used for him.

Bonnie flinched as though struck, her expression crumbling under the weight of those words. For a brief moment, the room fell into a strained silence. Then Klaus moved. He stepped forward, his jaw tight, his expression conflicted. “Caroline, enough,” he said, his voice firm but strained. “I understand that you’re hurt, but that does not give you the right to lash out and wound everyone else.” Slowly, Caroline turned her gaze toward him. Her expression didn’t change. “I am not lashing out,” she replied evenly. “I am stating facts future Alpha.”