Klaus Margu Novels & Stories

" Mort said which silenced Bjorn leaned his back on the seat and crossed his legs matching his son's posture. "Sir, what is so interesting about her? She's dull and plain. If she's a food, she's the food that everyone hates." Veins slightly protruded on Sumire's jaw with eyes twitching in anger at Klauss's remarks. She wanted to give him a pair of slaps across his cheek and breathe fire on his face. If Mort hadn't been present she might eat him with her insult. Sumire imagined Klauss as a cockroach on her mind that she stepped on countless times.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

Reaching the bouquet hall, she saw Klaus, asking her "Have you seen, Mr Charlie? He's CEO of the company you signed with." Margret replied, "not yet, where is he?" At that moment, Charlie arrived in the hall. Klaus studied Margret, who was trying to catch her breath. He started describing Charlie's looks "he is hot and handsome" Margret froze in her spot, to gather the courage to speak when she saw the person Klaus was referring to, "it a shame he is married with a son, I would have personally proposed to him" Charlie was caught up with some men who were talking to him, he was about to come over "Margret, you will soon go up the stage to perform" Klaus commented.

He was shocked too but after a second, he went back to his normal state. He approached his office chair and sat. He looked at me then smirked. "What a small world Clark Clarkson..." "Penniless?" he mocked and chuckled while staring at my face. The man in front of me was no other than Mr. Montenegro. The man who was chasing Magda before in the club. The day I saved Magda from him. I remembered the words I said, like threatening him to pull out his shares in our car company. I shut my eyes and then open them again.

My wolf—silent for five years, dormant and broken—suddenly roared to life. MATE. No. No, this wasn’t—this couldn’t— Klaus’s eyes went wide. His grip tightened. His lips formed a single word, barely a whisper: “Margaux?”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

As the God teleported to the table Luther's eyes widened as he felt the power coming off of him. The white haired guys eyes changed to purple instantly. "I know alot about her but You can call me Klaus by the way." Klaus stated as he sat down making himself comfortable. "I could help you out you know. I have an offer you may like." Klaus stated having Luther look at him funny. "You can give me Mazaya back?" Luther asked. He knew Mazaya was his ticket to the ultimate power. Klaus shook his head already knowing that was something Luther wanted. He was obsessed with Mazaya.

“There’s a man in the lobby from LMGK who wants to speak to you.” Klaus groaned and checked his Rolex watch. His very gaudy, very expensive Rolex watch. “Oh GOD… of course this happens to me right now… what’s his name?” he snarled. I uncovered the mouthpiece. “What’s his name, Stan?” “A Mr. Brooks. Mr. Connor Brooks.” “Connor Brooks,” I said to Klaus – who put on the snottiest expression imaginable, like one of the queen bitches from the old Lindsay Lohan movie Mean Girls.

She shook her head at the result the computer had pulled up. Istredd waited. "Davis?" Jimmy's heart was hammering. He pulled his eyes from the screen and stood up. "Sir Klaus Melitele is our knight." McEwan remained seated. "Klaus is buried in London," Jimmy said. McEwan pointed to the poem. "What about a knight a pope interred? You heard Ms. Istredd. Klaus was not buried by a Pope." Jimmy reached for the mouse. "Who said anything about a Pope?" He Clicked on the "pope" hypertext, and the complete sentence appeared.