Klaus Margu Novels & Stories

I asked. " It's lost on me how you could defend a man who assaulted you like that. He-" I laughed, cutting him off. Did he really think I was worried about a complete stranger? " It's you I'm worried about. What if you go to prison? All those witnesses that were present will testify against you. " He chuckled as if what I had said was funny. " It's cute that you think that could happen. I am Don Nikolai. I run the streets and I control everything. Plus that club has a no phones rule. "

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

Pushing the door open, her eyes met with a large, well-equipped gym. Klaus was on a treadmill, sweat dripping down his exposed tattooed chest. He was only wearing shorts, and he looked impossibly hot with his wet hair clinging to his face. A white towel hung over his broad shoulder, and his perfectly sculpted body screamed perfection. Morticia froze, taking in every detail of the demigod before her. Did he grow more handsome every day? It felt as if she were seeing him for the first time. She stood there as minutes passed, unnoticed since he had his earbuds in and was listening to music.

He muttered. Klaus was the oldest ascendant in the coven and we both had trained under Lawst. He was well skilled in archery and a swordsman of the king. He led major missions as the swordman. He knew nothing about magic and depended solely on his vampiric strength. His body was always clipped with hot clippers that has been overheated on every of his victory which made his body filled with so much clips. His aura was completely dark and he was the favorite student of Lawst.

Matt said hi to his fellow pack members before heading to him. “ why are you doing nothing!?” Matt yelled at him. Klaus stared at him to see any sign of joke or lack of seriousness but he was both surprised to find none. His only ally was now against him. Klaus felt somewhat sad. He began packing the horse shit again and when he turned Matt had left. When Klaus had finished and was packing up, he saw a piece of paper on thestable door. He turned left and right and saw that no one was close by and grabbed the pepper. He stuffed it into his underwear.

Margret: "Hmm, we should let them rest in peace." Valery: "Shut the hell up, ungrateful citizen! Hahaha. Do you want their ghosts to look for you?" Margret: "They can try; my grandma will beat the patriotism out of them. Okay, I won't joke anymore. I know why I must study them, so I guess that's that." ***

"Something wrong Margo? Are these two causing trouble?" "No Paul's behaving himself, but the other man is causing problems. Another asshole trying to say he's familiar with Sylvia." Margo scoffed rolling her eyes at his blatant lie. She looked him over, trying to find something that stood out about him. 'His clothing is a T shirt and jeans. This is a club first of all, most people dress up trying to impress someone of the opposite sex. Someone like him who probably couldn't even afford a night of drinking from the bottom shelf is claiming to know Sylvia. I don't buy it at all.'

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

His eyes met mine and the two of us nodded, ready to go. “Remember to keep adding the masking oil on you. The last thing that you are going to need is someone catching its scent. You know for fact that they will and I know that if they do, they will not stop until they’ve gotten what they want.” Claudia reminded both Diego and I. We both nodded in response.. Giovanni looked at the two of us and smirked before he nodded at Ezra as the man walked down the stairs. I looked at my brother, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw his charisma with each step that he took.