Klaus Margu Novels & Stories

Scarpa came, he didn’t give a reaction to my dog so I can’t say for sure if he likes pets or not. “Sir, this is the dog. She’s Marjorie, a female American breed.” Marjorie looked up at me, then at the man at the door like she understood what was about to happen, then barked. The man nodded. “Open for sale or just to help take care of her?” he asked, squatting to touch Marjorie. “She’s beautiful.” I ignored my pang of unwelcome sadness. “Yes, she is. Which of them will cost me money?”

The mansion is so empty during the day and glows during the night. “What are we gonna do here?” I asked. “Imagine we are in a ball and we are dancing to a music,” Angelo said. Suddenly a music played on the background like it’s for real. It’s weird that I watched at every corner of the room to find the music. “You can hear it,” he said clicking his hand and in one blink the place turned into a huge space with dominance of gold color. “Did you do this?” I asked confused still frozen with my feet.

I had planned to watch the intervention from upstairs. I was still wearing Mariano's shirt, watching as Jace Ivankshov and Mariano conversed in a language that definitely wasn't Italian. Emilio leaned against a wall, looking bored out of his mind. Jace Ivankshov didn't look like a mafioso at all. He was wearing a dark blue collared shirt with a minions pattern on it, light wash jeans, and yellow, yes, yellow, sneakers.

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

I mused, the corner of my lips tipping up in amusement. Kier looked over at Audra and her father, shaking his head, letting out a defeated sigh. "The guy definitely knows how to make a show of it. I never met someone so unruly in my life," He grimaced, and I couldn't help but laugh. "No, seriously, though, I served the ruthless Vampire king in the damn Dark realm, and he could give him a run for his money," I patted his shoulder.

"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.

The information arrived three days later, delivered through Magnus's legal counsel in a sealed document that Elias and a team of Commission-appointed investigators immediately began verifying against existing financial and historical records. Eliora waited anxiously in the estate's security office as the verification process unfolded, understanding that whatever emerged from this document would either validate their cautious extension of trust toward Magnus, or confirm it as another calculated manipulation. "We have preliminary confirmation on the first name," Elias announced, entering with visible excitement despite obvious exhaustion from the intensive verification work. "The Architect. Ma

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.

“Is Marcel okay? Did something happen? Please tell me that he at the pack…” I laughed. Soft. Cutting. Cruel. “Oh, he’s fine. He is in the pack, just as he always is…” I said. “Perfectly well and pleased with himself, too proud to admit when he is wrong or actually think that he might be making a mistake.” “I don’t understand?” Elara asked, frowning when she heard my tone, clearly trying to process my words. “Is Marcel okay? Did he do something that he would regret? Is it true that he went out last night the way he did?”