Klaus Mikaelson Clothing Novels & Stories

How I wished for my parents to be part of this day and to see their happiness. “Ready?” Startled, I gasped loudly for air as I saw Klaus standing in front of me with a smile on his face. He had one hand in his pocket and held a red rose in his other. He wore this especially tailored black tux that failed to hide his muscular body and only showed how sexy he could be. He had his hair back and his beard trimmed. He stepped towards me but I just stood up and turned my back to him to hide my tears saying: “Yes”

he whispered, leaning closer to my ear and we both started cackling. We heard someone clearing his throat so we turned to see the person and a scowl emerged on my face seeing Klaus folding his arms, crossed over his chest. He was wearing a black vest with black track pants, his sleeveless vest made him look hotter. The veins on his forearms popped out and his perfect muscular arms made me gulp. “For once, can you be punctual?” He barked, ogling at my tracksuit. I ignored him completely and took a step ahead as if he wasn’t standing there and didn’t say anything. Marcus mumbled, “you are pissing him off, girl. Watch out.” He warned me and I shrugged casually, not giving a fu-k about his cousi

“Very impressive.” The compliment was quiet, but something about the way he said it made warmth rise to my cheeks. “You clean up well yourself,” I replied. Kael wore a fitted charcoal coat over a high-collared black shirt, the fabric tailored sharply across his shoulders and chest. Dark leather gloves were tucked into his belt, and the clean lines of the outfit gave him the quiet, controlled authority he carried so naturally. Elrik cleared his throat loudly. Both of us looked away at the same time. The awkwardness only lasted a second before Jaxen’s dramatic sigh cut through the moment.

Adelaide sighed sadly. "I won't let you make such a mistake! What are you thinking? That hot doctors just fall from the sky?" Aurora replied. "But all the dresses are out of our price range." "I already told you not to worry. I asked for help from two friends, and I guarantee you'll leave here with a wonderful dress in your hands." "Who are these friends?" Adelaide asked, raising an eyebrow. "One of them just arrived," Aurora said, looking over Adelaide's shoulder and waving to get the man's attention. "His name is Klaus. He's bisexual, but don't call him that."

And he would never, ever let her go. I moved to the closet in the study, unlocking a discreet panel. Inside, on a simple rack, hung clothes that didn’t belong to Michael Sotheby, CEO. Dark, durable fabrics. Functional boots. I stripped off my tailored shirt and trousers, the soft cotton feeling suddenly like a costume. The clothes I pulled on were anonymous, tactical. They smelled of cold air and readiness.

One thing I can say about the clan—they gave me good clothes, fashioned save for the memory spa day. I head to the door. Everyone is dressed. I turn to Miles. "You’re so comfortable in your skin. You want to follow us?" I asks. He smirks, mumbling inaudible as he gets to his feet. The heavy length between his thighs clapping walks around getting dressed in his signature purple shirt, open at the chest, rings on his fingers, and black leather pants. We step out of the tent, walk past another tent. The clan members who're outside pause the things they're doin to stare at us. We walk past them, straight out of the tent.

I added and he nodded in understanding. “Michael was not at the Alpha’s summit. He never went and no one stood in for him, and…” “And?” I butted in again, shaking my head when Klaus chuckled. “Someone’s impatient today.” He said and I smiled. “Well, someone sighted him around my warehouse that same day driving a truck out of the area. We have CCTV capturing of the moment he drove out of the area clad in shady-looking clothes.” He supplied and I gasped. Just then, he pulled out his phone to show me a video of Michael driving a white and blue truck. He had worn a face cap and dressed in a large blue overalls, probably in a desperate attempt to disguise himself but it was futile. We all could c

The bones cracked and reshaped, the fur receding into smooth, bronzed skin until a tall, powerfully built man stood in his place. Klaus Mikaelson stood over six feet tall, his rugged frame covered in the hard-won muscle of a survivor. Deep silver scars laced across his chest and arms, telling stories of a hundred battles won in the dark. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and his sharp jawline was set in a firm, silent expression. He wore only a pair of dark, rugged trousers, completely indifferent to the freezing temperature. He looked down at her, his golden eyes scanning her from head to toe, lingering on her bare, bleeding feet and the torn fabric of her dress. A dangerous, le

Claus and Mia are alone in the room. Mia stood before the mirror, carefully choosing her attire for the upcoming mission. She reached for the sexy dress that Claus had surprised her with not too long ago, its deep crimson hue promising allure and confidence. Claus watched her with admiration, his eyes tracing the graceful lines of her silhouette as she slipped into the dress. He couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty. "You look stunning, Mia," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Dawn shook her head. “Let’s start with the good news.” “We have actual clothes. I found two of your shorts in here. They probably got mixed in with mine,” Maxwell said. “But the only shirts we have are these.” He pulled out one extra-large T-shirt with a print that read: [I Put the ‘Max’ in Maximum Pleasure] “And this is yours,” Maxwell said, showing a small-sized shirt that read: [I Survived the Max Attack!]