Klaus Lunettes Novels & Stories

There is a huge mirror in one corner of the room resembling Klara’s and to it’s left has a three foot tall wooden table on which a 360 degree spectacles holder rack is placed. Hmm….here are the traitors. These glasses are the ones who deceives the spectators making them believe that Lucas is a decent man but in reality he’s anything but good. She rolled her eyes at the glasses holder and wandered around boldly as she took slow steps deeper into the room and finally landed her eyes on his bed.

"The ones on your back. I saw them." Kael's eyes meet mine. Something flickers. Closed. "Not now," he says. "Then when?" Draven pulls the thread tight. Kael hisses. Once. Barely. "When you are Queen," Kael says. "When we have time." The television flickers on. Ronan stands by the remote. Face of stone. "You need to see this," he says. The screen shows Darius. Clean. Smiling. Blue suit. The one I bought him.

she replied and giggled as they helped her put on her shoes and escorted her to the hall where the feast was going to be held. Maids weren't to be seen by other gods or goddesses if they were not in the special uniform and assigned to be working in the hall so the maids stopped close to the hall entrance, bowed before the Luna and scurried off to their quarters since they weren't part of the assigned maids to work in the hall. It was just Luna, her right hand and guards positioned at different places in the corridor that remained as the chatter of arriving gods and goddesses floated across the hall to where they stood. A proud smile appeared on Luna's face and her eyes gleamed as she dragged

Klaus. Aaron. Ugo. Tae-jun. And Tina. They didn’t slow down. Didn’t hesitate. They came straight for us. And Klaus— Klaus didn’t look like himself. His eyes were glowing gold, bright and dangerous. His whole body was tense, like something wild was barely being held back. Even the air around him felt heavy, charged with anger. For a second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. You could feel it. His rage. Raw.

‌ My⁠ ey‍es narrowed‌, scanning ever‌y d‌etail, every nuan‍ce of her expr‌e‍ssion‍, try⁠ing to understand why the masked man had targe⁠ted Luna and why Kae⁠l had intervene‍d with such cour‍age. ‍Kael’s eyes widened, a flicke⁠r of pain and surprise‍ crossing her fe⁠atures. She opened her mouth, then clos‍ed it‍, seem‍in‍g to hesitate. Lu⁠na,‌ still tense, steppe⁠d s‍light‌l⁠y forward as if ready to ans⁠wer for‌ her, but Kael shook her head⁠.

He has grey short hair but brown eyes that match Louis’s. Mum walks over to join us with Luna Amelie, Brett’s mother. “Hello my gorgeous girl.” She kisses both my cheeks and squeezes me into an embrace. “You look stunning.” “Thank you Luna Amelie, you look amazing.” I add. Luna Amelie has always been gentle towards me, even though she has a reputation for being quite a ruthless Luna. She is wearing a silver silk dress and diamond earrings. She has long wavy brown hair, the same colour as Brett’s, that is styled into a side ponytail. She gives me a once over before turning back to my Mum.

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?

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.

Damn it. I find myself trapped, cornered with no way out, like a rat caught in a trap. The paparazzi are closing in, their arms and cameras extending out of rolled-down windows, invading my space. Desperate to shield my eyes from the blinding flashes, I reach for my sunglasses, but before I can grab them, Lennox, always prepared for these situations, hands me my black Ray Bans. He slips on a pair of black aviators himself, a silent reminder that he's trained to handle these chaotic moments.

The rectangle black Chanel sunglasses or the Dior round sunglasses. “Get the Chanel one. It suits your small face.” I heard a voice saying from behind me. I didn't have to turn around to guess who it is, he was reading a magazine on the sofa in a stall. I glared at Alpha Magnus and chose the Dior sunglasses, the opposite of what he said. He shook his head at me in disappointment, clicking his tongue. “You chose the opposite but don’t still look good on you.” He then went to the staff employee and gave his credit card, “I’ll pay whatever she picks.” He said, winking at me.