Klaus Margu Novels & Stories

Vladimir couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his eyes. Head angling to the side, wearing a blank facial expression, Mort had no desire to answer him. As much as possible, he did not want to waste saliva on this filthy little skunk. "What makes you think Boss will give that?" Klauss asked, laughing half-heartedly. His voice shaking with anger from the nasty dirt attaching him. He feels like he is the dirtiest person in the world, dirtier than a greasy person, and has more germs than a sewer. His blood boils in rage and the feeling of revulsion badly wants him to go on killing this time.

"A... a what?" "A trip," Ulrich clarifies easily. "In two weeks, Magnus is flying down to the Sunclaw Coast on pack business to manage the southern borders. Stevens will travel with him. He can work on his musical tracks for the guild at the coastal lodge while Magnus attends the Alpha Council meetings. They will have true time alone. They can get used to each other's wolves before the wedding." My stomach twists into a hard knot. The Sunclaw Coast. Totally alone with him in a tropical territory, when I can hardly breathe just sitting next to his body right now. "Ulrich, I... I don't think—"

I propped up with my elbows as I watched him kneel before me, his face right in front of my center. “Has anyone ever eaten this sweet cunt before, ragazzina? Tell me, has anyone else ever made this pussy wet like I have?” (ragazzina - little girl) I shook my head and whimpered when he pressed his finger down on my clit. He rubbed in a torturous slow manner as he looked up at me. Bending down, he took a long sniff of my center and closed his eyes as if he were savoring it. “I know you taste as good as you smell.”

My heart was pounding like crazy and, literally ceasing to breathe, I grabbed the phone from the couch, although I knew that I would not hear him. - Hello, doll! - a voice with a pleasant foreign accent was cheerfully heard in the receiver. - As a young life? Did you buy yourself a new amphora? I threw a feverish glance at Alyosha, whose usually stony face twisted. In response to my silence, the phone burst into laughter, and I clearly saw a werewolf in front of me with reddish hair that fell in mischievous curls on my forehead. Margus Koppel Jr. The son of an Estonian jeweler, famous for his passion for rare stones and rich clients, among whom were even sheikhs and drug lords, and for whom

The guard bowed and dismissed himself even without the order of the crown princess. Morrigan glanced sideways as the door closes, having a glimpse of the middle-aged man pacing back and forth the hall. Probably anxious to finally meet her. She slumped her back on the backrest of the chair. The maid beside her poured her another cup of warm fruit juice. She picked her book again and tried to concentrate on what she was reading but a name continues to hover in her mind. Colum Toiba.

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

"I just want you to be fine." "Scolding me and telling me not to worry at the same time, without offering a solution, is not so good for me," Boma muttered. "I'm not talking this way because there is no solution," Hilda said, a hint of excitement in her voice. Boma's eyes lit up with hope at her friend's words. "Do you have a solution?" "Relax," Hilda said, leaning in closer. "As a second-year student, I know some things. My course mate is a cultist. I consulted him, and the solution is simple."

Captain Depay laughed, “What are you saying, what would he be if not a human.” “No, look well, this is not human...” Detective Joha kept starring at the face of the unknown man. “His skin is too pale for a human in this season of the year...” “He could be experiencing hard times and being under the sun more than normal...” Captain Depay argued. He has never been a believer of fantasies and folk tales. His mantra is if he hasn’t witness it nor any other sane person, then it isn’t real nor true. “No, Captain Depay, this isn’t human...look well... this person wears exquisite cloths, did you check the cloth brand?”

Storming into theirs I kneel down out of breath “ Oh goodness are you alright dear?” grams says running over to me “ yeah I’m fine I just had to walk back here because my car wouldn’t start.” “ I wonder if you were a target.” she mumbled “ what?” “ Nothing dear, go to the kitchen and I’ll make some tea.” I do as she says, watching her make tea I couldn’t help but ask “ Have you heard of this ‘king’ rogue who’s built himself a pack back in the US?”

RUBY. “What's going on here?” I turned to see the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on enter the hall. Dressed in a gray shirt and black pants, his short blond hair was slicked back, accentuating his striking aquamarine eyes. His presence exuded power, and without a word spoken, I knew exactly who he was: Kael, Alpha Frederick's only son. I had seen numerous pictures of him, but his physical presence was far more captivating than I had ever imagined. Kael had been away from home for four years, dedicated to learning and studying how to lead a pack.