Klaus Hargreeves Mga Nobela at Kwento

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”

It made him wonder if Nate wasn't as involved with his father as he thought, because there's no way his father would ask him to come here without letting him know what it was about, unless of course Greg didn't tell him because he would oppose to coming. It was all so confusing to Spade and he was itching to really find out what kind of person Nate was. To see Nate for who he truly was, to see what was really behind those brown beautiful eyes that always left him speechless and craving for something. He sighed out as his eyes moved away from Nate and landed on the man on the podium. "....and I say thank you all for coming out tonight for this wonderful event" Liam finished with a smile on hi

A man in his 40s wearing a suit, a man with a dignified appearance and looking young despite his age this man is the narcotics head in the police department of Country L or LDEA (Country L Drug Enforcement Agency) Director General Gregg Haley. "Sir, we did everything to track his daughter's whereabouts but it seems she is protected by an influential person in that place... We lost track of her... She just went back to the morgue and gave her father a proper burial, that was three days after his father laid in a morgue freezer but after that, she disappeared like bubbles..." Hanz answered his superior's questions... "Don't stop before Margola does! We are running out of time here, she is our

My dress caught a light breeze, but the chill inside me ran deeper. “Talk fast,” I said once we were out of easy earshot. “What is so important that you show up looking like you fought your way through a storm?” Evans ran a hand through his disheveled hair, breathing hard. “I know I am the last person you want to see right now. I will keep this short. Now, listen to me. Kael is involved with someone called Grimes Hangrove. The man is dangerous, really dangerous. He isn’t the type you mess with. He pulls strings in the shadows, and once he has his hooks in, he doesn’t let go.”

“You mean lie, pretend to care about irrelevant social rituals, drink diluted alcohol while fantasizing about slitting the bartender’s throat, and giggle when men touch my waist uninvited?” Claudia laughed, her nose scrunching like a little bunny. “God, you’re so dramatic.” “No, darling,” I purred, lifting the untouched glass to my lips, letting the scent burn my nose before setting it back down. “I’m just awake in a world full of sleepwalkers.” Claudia rolled her eyes, leaning closer. “Well, the next time I might spend time with you might be never.” I arched a brow. She twirled a lock of blonde hair around her finger, her voice dropping. “I heard the next mission you have will take long. Mo

Lucas Hanson was every bit the grizzled private eye stereotype I expected. Salt and pepper beard, dark fedora, tan trench coat, an unlit cigar hanging out of his mouth, even the pose. He stood in the living room when we entered, hands in his pockets and looking mysterious as anything. "Claudia Scarlet and Ken Joseph, I presume." "That would be us." Ken stuck his hand out for a shake, and the man examined it with a skeptical eye before accepting it. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I heard you've been on the case for over a year."

And he was most definitely not Earnest. He was tall, with a lean, almost predatory grace, dressed in a dark, tailored suit that seemed to absorb the light. His hair was araven black, slicked back from a sharp, angular face. But it was his eyes that held me captive – a piercing, unsettling shade of emerald green, so unlike the warm, sky-blue of Earnest’s. They were cold, calculating, and unnervingly familiar. A shiver, not of cold but of a primal unease, traced its way down my spine.

Rich people are strange. "It is, if you're conspiring against one of us," Grayson says, obvious referring to the Alpha's in here. By the look in his eyes, he doesn't want to believe the words he says, but he is totally correct in his assumptions. I am here for Alpha Noah of the Harmony Pack. I nod down to his hand on my arm. "I think you should let me go..." Looking at his hand, I suddenly notice something glint around his finger, through the thin fabric of his glove. Is that a ring? My eyes widened...silver.

That stunt at the club — that look, that tone, the weight of him when he got too close — it stirred things I thought I buried beneath five years of armor and indifference. But this? Sending me stolen intel? That was desperation. The Alpha playing the wolf in sheep’s clothing — trying to remind me of who he was, who I once loved. Too bad I’d already replaced him with a colder version of myself. I sat down at the edge of my glass desk, fingers threading together. The skyline glittered behind me — ruthless, impersonal, perfect. “Call Hargrave,” I told Vera. She blinked. “The fixer?” “No, the other Hargrave. The one who stages political coups for fun and clears federal messes in under twelve hou

"Klaus Harris, I’m the one you’re looking for. Let me introduce myself. My name is Philip Clarke. Joel Harris was beaten by me, but he’s safe for now." Klaus' expression suddenly chilled as he said angrily, "It's you! Good man, you dare to provoke my Harris family. Today will be the end of your life!" Philip smiled slightly and said, "Klaus, I just want to give you a warning not to walk into these muddy waters. Otherwise, I promise you, today will be your death date! It’ll also be your Harris family's death date!" "You trying to f*cking scare me?" Klaus was furious and shouted, "This is Riverdale, my area! Who do you think you are, Philip Clarke? You wait for me, I’m bringing people to find