Klaus Human Novelas e Histórias

All of them except for Klauss. "I can't believe you really want to be with that Pediculus humanus capitis," Klauss said bitterly in his place as Laurel smirked at him. "If you are jealous because you don't have a love life, how about you date me?" Laurel teasingly said and smile adorably at him making Klauss's eyes widen and shivered at the thought. "Why should I date a savage woman like you? Wait, are you even a female human?" Klauss asked as Laurel's eyes narrowed in annoyance.

He’ll like this one. His stomach turned. His knees threatened to give way. He wanted to run, yet the guards stood outside. He thought he was prepared for anything, but his body wasn't. The door creaked open again. A massive figure filled the frame. Master Klaus. He wasn’t handsome in any way, far from it. His face was coarse, scarred with old fights, and his breath reeked of alcohol even from across the room. The man’s sheer size made the chamber seem smaller, and the air thicker.

Klaus's disheveled arrival, the visible hickey, the constant phone checking, my eventual breakdown in his office. Wednesday listened without interrupting, her expression growing progressively more outraged. When I finished, she drained her wine glass and immediately refilled it. "Okay. First of all, Klaus Thorne is an inconsiderate bastard. Coming to work with a visible hickey? Checking his phone constantly during meetings? That's not just unprofessional, it's deliberately obtuse." "He probably didn't realize—"

I tried my best not to even think of him during those months, and it felt like it was working. But seeing him now is bringing all of the memories back. Including the feelings that come with them. The shame, the guilt, and the betrayal all come back in a single swoop. I lower my head to hide my face, but before I can even do that, Klaus looks straight at me. “I’m Klaus Slater,” he introduces himself in a calm, collected tone. “I will be your professor from now on. I take it that you just started to discuss the works of Charlotte Bronte?”

Elias isn't the super goofy type, but I realized he participated in Kyle's antics to get my mind off the bullshit that is my reality. We moved around more. They both got weirded out when I went into an underwear/lingerie store, and they opted ro sit in the lounge chairs in one of the rest areas. When I came back out, they were being hounded by a bunch of women. I lingered back to enjoy the show. Kyle is literally a Greek statue come to life with his dirty blonde, curly, fluffy hair and blue eyes, but he's far from being a playboy. Elias, on the other hand, loves the ladies. He gives off "bad boy" vibes with his dark brown hair and blue eyes. He has a low trimmed beard, while Kyle keeps his f

Kael entered quietly, his usual smirk replaced by a grim expression. “We found the human,” Kael said, breaking the silence. Ren straightened, his amber eyes sharp. “Alive?” Kael hesitated, his gaze dropping for a moment. “Barely. The rogues got to him first. He’s in bad shape.” Ren’s wolf bristled, a growl rumbling low in his chest. “What did he see?” Kael crossed his arms, his expression dark. “Enough to know he wasn’t attacked by regular wolves. If he talks when he gets back to the town...”

He could only watch as her figure disappeared through the doorway, his heart hollowed out in an instant, leaving nothing but a cold wind whistling through the emptiness. At the post-summit banquet, Rick drifted through the crowd like a ghost, wineglass in hand, searching for Beth. At last, he found her on an open-air balcony. She was standing with a blond, blue-eyed Germaine guy, speaking softly. Her face carried a light, easy smile he had never seen before. The man was Klaus—the youngest tenured professor at Reidelberg University Medical Center and the chair of this summit. The way Klaus looked at her was filled with undisguised admiration and… affection.

His words just now sounded genuine, but his reaction afterwards had me doubting myself. "Maeve is still my lover, if you won't let me touch you, then I'll seek pleasure elsewhere. After all, I am the Alpha." Klaus said with no iota of remorse in his tone. He was a completely different person from who he was a moment ago, and the switch in personalities made me question a lot of things about him. Which of them was really the real Klaus? The cold Klaus, or the seemingly clumsy and cheery Klaus? It was odd, but I suddenly wanted to know him a little bit.

Had watched it happen with Luca from the beginning. I turned. Klaus Bauer standing at the entrance of the main room. Thirty one years old. Taller than I had processed from the phone calls height was the thing that didn't translate to voice. The easy quality of movement I remembered from the garden, the unhurried way he occupied space. A dark suit that fit him the way expensive things fit people who had earned them. And the face.

"I mean, yes. Eventually. It seems like basic courtesy to acknowledge the person who made it possible for me to start over here." Klaus was quiet for a long moment, something complicated passing across his features. "You're looking at him," he said finally. The words didn't make sense at first. I actually looked around, expecting to see someone else who'd joined us in the hallway. "I'm sorry?" "I'm Klaus Blackwood. Alpha King of BloodMoon City." He met my eyes directly. "And you're very welcome for the entry clearance, Dr. Morrison. Though truthfully, Rivera made a compelling case for why you deserved sanctuary here."