Klaus Heisler 소설 & 이야기

Unable to decipher his true intentions, I turned my attention back to my friends, attempting to shake off the awkward encounter. I couldn't help but wonder why our eyes had locked for that brief moment. Was it merely a coincidence, or was there something more? I found myself stealing glances in his direction, searching for some sign that he had felt the same connection. "Hey, I saw that," Klaus murmured, as he leaned closer grinning like an idiot. He knew me better than anyone else, and it was no surprise that he saw me staring at Miles once again. Klaus was the kind of person who never missed a beat, always attentive and observant.

She looked extremely beautiful in black. “Clink! Clink! Clink!” Kilhan hit his glass cup with his fork and stood up. Everyone went silent and looked at him. “Today is a great day for me. I must say today is the happiest day of my life. Having my mate by my side has always been my biggest dream, and today, that dream is a reality!” He spoke, and everyone clapped. He raised his cups and so did I and everyone else. “Cheers to Jessica.” He added as everyone stood up to clink their cups.

, he instructed, not looking up from his book, there I was at the back, in my seat shaking and sweating while watching everyone submitting their books. He checked the books, " why are there 39books submitted instead of 40? If you know you have not submitted stand up now before I call you out myself" he growled, his eyes scanning the room. Slowly I stood up. "Why haven't you submitted yet, Kelsi? " he asked, his tone was hard filled with annoyance. "I.....I.....I " I was shaking with fear, stuttering. "come out now" He roared, picking up his cane.

VAMPIRE CLAN HIDEOUT LUCAS In a large long room, a man is standing behind the window, both hands slipped into the pockets of the black pants he wore. He is 6’2 tall, chiseled hard face. His name is Lucas, the leader of the vampire clan. A century old but still very handsome. A lady vampire leapt up behind him, almost in a sneaky manner. Her fangs shot out and her eyes changed colors but as she made to lean in towards Lucas, he dodged to his right, swiftly turned and caught her by her neck.

“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.”

She swatted his shoulder, and he laughed, throwing back his head. “Kyle, Dr. Kumari will be out in a second,” Mia said, placing down the phone. “Thank you, Mia.” A petite woman wearing a doctor’s coat opened a glass door stenciled with consultations. Her medium length ebony hair was streaked with gray. She stepped toward them, smiling. “Kyle, I’m glad to see you. Is anything the matter?” Kyle and Isobel both stood. “Dr. Kumari, this is Isobel, my mate. Isobel, Dr. Kumari, our pack’s healer.”

That was why he chose to do it the way that he did. “Damon knows what he is doing, and Damon is well aware of everything that he is playing with. However, it does not concern him. He does not even give a damn. He does not care.” I said, looking at Alpha Kael. “You know for a fact that he does not care about me.” “That is not true, Sienna.”

Klaus was seated on amongst the high twelve, because he was the head of the table. By his right hand was Markus Dane, his best friend and brother, as it ought to be. In the dark field, under the blood red moon that settled in the sky that rested above all their heads, Klaus's ears paid attention to the eerie whistling of the wings of the night, and the rustling of the trees, the sound of gossip amongst plants. He was not supposed to keep his ears on the plants and birds, but he would rather do that than listen to the gibberish that was being melted out by members of the lower twelve that were seated around their round table.

Raquel “Glad you could make it!” Anders says chipperly, hopping off the wide tree stump he’s seated on. He sports a nasty black eye and a chipped tooth, but he’s in surprisingly good spirits. Klaus is his usual grumpy self, arms crossed while wearing a severe frown. He’s got a bloody nose and several scrapes on his face, but he’s in pretty good shape, all things considered. “Almost had to fight our way out,” he explains. “Managed to get out through the ventilation system like you planned.”

“ Is that what you think I’m doing? “ He asked as he swirled his drink before taking a sip. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion wondering what he was getting at. “ Take a drink, my dear, “ he said. Despite the term of endearment, he had used, I knew he mean it as an order. Everyone, even Nikolai, knew not to take his orders lightly. He was the most powerful don in Italy after all. I sipped a little of the sour liquid and grimaced when it touched my tongue. Still, I forced myself to swallow it. The fire that burned in my throat was almost unbearable. I coughed uncontrollably making him laugh, I gave him the middle finger and drank the water on the table. “ If it was another person, I would ha