Klaus Margu Novels & Stories

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.

, Kris asked again. “come on, Marga, when will you stop acting stupid”, Adam replied. “Adam, I am not Marga”, Kris exclaimed. Adam was surprised to her statement. He looked at her intently and said, “Marga, please, you will never be Kris”, he replied and laughed out loud. “but you know what, congratulations for making me laugh so hard”, Adam added. “Adan, look at me, I am not Marga”, Kris insisted. “not funny Marga, here eat it. You are getting scary”, Adam replied.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

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

It was Klaus, now in a nice suit, but with the same shoulder-length hair. "Oh my God! I'm sorry I left without any warning. How is Miss Margot?" "She passed away two weeks ago. But, she knew you were fine and that's why I didn't come after you. But now, I was going home when I saw her hiding here and thought: why not go and talk to her?" - Why did he have to be so handsome? He was very similar to Maurício in some ways, but so different in some. "I was sorry." - If it weren't for this man and this woman, I wouldn't be suffering now, I would be dead. - "Sit down, have a few beers with me."

But to experience it firsthand, his stamina, his length and girth, his touch served with tenderness on the side… my God. A girlish laugh tumbled from my lips. Klaus’ thick brows crinkled knowingly. Heat of mortification crawled on my skin, but I couldn’t look away. His dark curls tousled from my tugging and pulling; swollen red lips stretched to a pompous smirk. He knows what’s running inside my head. I kept my eyes on his face even if all I wanted to do was to map the spread of tanned inked skin he unabashedly flaunts. His nakedness didn’t bother him; his confidence was one of the things that made him Klaus Martinelli.

I needed to believe it. Klaus continued. “To protect your mate, possibly. Alpha Fritz had some interesting things to say about her. My king.” “If I understand you correctly, I killed Olivia or had her killed to silence Fritz from spouting more nonsense about Erina?” He shook his head. “Do you hear yourself, Alpha Klaus? That is ridiculous.” Magnus was losing his patience. I felt his aura rising, swirling around us. “It’s not an accusation, Excellence. I’m merely stating…” “Well, you’re wrong!” I blurted out, despite nerves making my stomach clench. “I don’t need protection.” His arrogance grated on my nerves.

"I'm sure you don't want to create any scene at your Boss's party." I looked around for Jacob but couldn't find him anywhere. "Come with me!" "Leave her hand!" I immediately heard a very cold and rude voice out of nowhere. Mr. Macroni looked shocked when his eyes landed on the owner of that rude voice, and I took that chance to take my hand away from his. Turning around, my gaze fell on the owner of the voice, and I skipped a beat of my heart. Klaus Martinez was looking drop-dead gorgeous in his Black color three-piece suit, paired with a white shirt. His hairs were perfectly gelled, just like HIM.

"The handbook said assistants should be proactive about anticipating needs—" "No, you're—" Klaus shook his head, something like wonder crossing his face. "You're perfect. This is exactly what I needed. Margaret is excellent, but she's been here so long that she's learned to just follow my chaos instead of trying to organize it. You're actually organizing it." "That's my job, isn't it?" I said, oddly pleased by his approval even as I told myself it shouldn't matter.