Klaus Heisler Novels & Stories

A woman claimed openly by me was untouchable and I didn’t want a repeat of Riccardo. “Who would have thought Raffaele De Luca would settle down so soon? You broke the hearts of many young ladies today by bringing her.” I pulled my gaze away from Emilia to look at the man speaking. He had to be at least fifty, cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers. “You are?” “Oh, my apologies.” He leaned forward, extending his hand. “Klaus Reinhardt. Right-hand man to the Don of the German mafia.” I shook his hand once.

Thankfully, no one made another unnecessary comment against each other. She leaned on the edge of the table. "Jared, please bring Blaise Kelsey here." Jared nodded his head and disappeared in a thin smoke. Lucian looked at her alertly. Clearly he knew something. Chloe just smiled at him. "We will need his input on this considering he travelled a lot." "Who is this Blaise Kelsey?" Ciaran asked curiously. Chloe just smiled at him. "He's a friend of ours. A Healing Kryst. But I doubt that's his real ability."

Him, and whoever thought they could use me like a pawn. First , where the fuck is Klaus?

Without breaking eye contact, he reached behind him and pushed the doors shut. “He will find out the truth eventually there's no point hiding it anymore” he said, glancing at the others, that's when I noticed the seer was also in attendance. I folded my arms trying to suppress my anger. “What's going on? And what's the connection you all have with Klaus?” “Klaus was an experiment. One that failed.”the seer answered. I stared at her, not sure if I’d heard right. “An experiment?” “Yes.” A council member responded.

K raised her brows and bit her lip enticingly. "Sarcasm?" He smiled and asked, beguiled. It was so incredibly hard for him to decipher everything about her. She sipped from her cup again and just shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you're quoting the brilliant but twisted Nietzsche, whom by the way died of syphilis," he muttered, snickering. "But then just moments ago, you seemed perturbed by the fact that I have been sleeping around and using Clix way too much," he quoted her, and admitting the truth at the same time. There's no point in denying it, anyway. If K really had access to the Clix database, then she already knew that he hasn't hooked-up with anyone since the night they met. If anythin

"Get the f**k away from her!" That deep voice growled in vicious menace causing her heart to stop beating as her eyes widened. Her head snapped in the direction of that deep voice. Even though she couldn't make out his features because of the lights behind him, that voice was so intense to be forgotten. He took a step further in so that now his face was slightly visible and as soon as his olive cold eyes met hers, she knew he was none other than Rasmus Colt, aka Mr. Mute.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

Klaus was taken back a little by her outspokenness, still with his ever charming smile plastering on his lips. " Ah, my manners, She heard him say, smiling his way into her heart " my name is Klaus Sandoval." He held out his hand for Chloe to shake ,but the latter was so mesmerized by his captivating smile that she didn't notice the hand he stuck out for a shake. Damn ! How can a man possess such an alluring smile, ' shake it off Chloe! Shake it off '. She coughed a little to cover her embarrassed self. " So Mr Klaus Sand.. " The name stuck on her lips , she was so captivated by his enchanting smiles that she didn't heard him say his last name

His hands trembled as he thought of how to prevent his daughter from Edon. Two shining, arrogant eyes had established dominance over Ozouf's face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of his body. He seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage. His eyes remained wide open for a while as he rolled them from time to time.

Several brows creased in confusion as they took in the identity of a familiar figure currently on display. “It is I, Leonard Kreisler, chairman of the Kreisler Industries. As we are celebrating a rather joyous occasion at the moment this footage airs, I, too, bear some important news to disclose to everyone present. One could consider this as my present of goodwill to the newly-betrothed, as I may say.” Joyous as the man says, every one of the audience felt otherwise, as he spoke in a low, rough tone, laced with a hint of coldness, akin to that of a harsh, blazing winter.