Klaus Margu Novels & Stories

"What about 4-eyes and carrot top here?" The two felt threatened. "They are with me." replied Professor Althea. "These are Sebastian Revius and Margarette Gunnar." "Gunnar... Sounds familiar" General Muller scratches his stubbly chin, "ah yes, Gunnar Knights, and this is... Revius..." he suddenly brightened up, "Oh, the young Silver! That makes my job easier then!" The professor suddenly kicks his shins. "OW!" he yelled, accompanied with several explicits, "What is it now, woman!"

He began to say as he got up “You are going to pay me when I return from Mexico and put my hands on your neck.” I laughed out loud at his comment; His face red with rage and the clenched fists at his sides was hilarious to see. “Just enjoy your trip, okay? It's going to be a very entertaining days for you...” “You son of...” He fell silent when a soft knock sounded on the door and immediately my assistant came in completely flushed. “Mr. Karalakis, the transport is waiting for us.” She murmured looking at the ground. Kristos grunted in response, and taking his briefcase, he gave me one last I wish you die look and left the office.

I don’t know who this person is, but he or she is pissing me off. Thankfully it is Friday, and I can be home for the next two days. I talked with Doug the day after our meeting and asked about a guard for Everly. He thought that was a good idea. He told me that he had the perfect guy and would call me back after talking with him. I am guessing that if this is one of his friends or a guy who works for him, he knows Everly and will agree without hesitation. The guy that Doug sent started yesterday. His name is Giovanni, or Gio for short. He and Everly seem to get along ok so far. I was concerned, considering he is only 25, but Doug told me that there is no one he trusts more than Gio.

He asked, and still smiling, “I denied it; it's true that I don't look that age.” "We're the same age, Klaus" said an elated Sven. "Really? What month are you from?" I asked. "I'm from the 30th of December." Sven answered with a smile. "October 13th. But don't call me , just plain Klaus, okay?" "I think so," said Sven. "Did you just meet each other too?" Kane asked us. "Yes, Klaus saved me from being buried to death by those little boxes of marshmallows." looked at him in disbelief at Sven's words.

Katherine: The Volkov pack smelled like rot dressed in pride. Old blood. Old power. A place that had once mattered. I walked through their hall unchallenged, my scent carefully muted, my presence understated enough to be mistaken for diplomacy instead of threat. The Alpha met me halfway, tall, broad, already uneasy. Alpha Mikhail Volkov. I let my gaze sweep the chamber slowly, deliberately, before offering a faint smile. Not warm. I learned the hard way to never give them the chance to think that they can overlap me.

“Smart move. She’s done now.” “Yeah,” I said. “But Klaus is with her and Paul’s using Velan’s money now. Makes Isabell worse and I don’t like this.” “We’ll handle it,” she said. “Truce’s shaky, but I’m in, too good to pass up to smoke that rat out.” I hung up, turning to Dietrich. “Who are you, anyway? Giving us jobs like this?” He chuckled, leaning back. “Me? Married to Margot the sweetest woman alive. And I’m the mob boss around here.”

"Damn! Heisenberg likes you a lot, maybe because you're funny, Margaux. But go ahead, if you really want to count the clams, I can bring you-" "You're a real jerk, Magnus!" Another deafening laugh erupted in that room, but when Cladmus approached her while raising his hands to her, she was taken aback. "What are you doing, Cladmus? I am completely smitten by Declan Heisenberg-" "May I have this dance, Mrs. Heisenberg?" Her brow furrowed as she looked down at his hands, and others suddenly laugh as she ignored his offer. "You have Scarlet now. She's the one you should offer a dance to today," Margaux said, her tired voice echoing Cladmus's weak breath in front of her.

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."

Craig comes in, with a man that looks like a much older version of him, followed by a woman with blonde hair fixed in loose curls and a white fitted dress. I'm not sure what Mr. Adams is plotting, but I instantly feel like grabbing a few of those margaritas that Mr. Adams is pouring into those cups. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.