Klaus Mikaelson Clothing Novels & Stories

It was a surprise for her to feel this glad to see him again. He smiled as well and waved her toward him. The man always wore his sunglasses even indoors. His name was Klare Paul Carsell, one of the biggest casting managers in the fashion industry. *** “Why are you staring at me like that? You came to see me, right? So what do you think you’re doing? You need to go to your audition.” Klare hurried her in his growl-like voice. Klare always wore his black leather jacket and he had tons of hair. He enjoyed wearing wide-legged pants and only listened to hip-hop music.

**** “Alright, spit it out!” I turned around from my position on top of the boulder to spot Mikalya standing behind me with a neck cushion around her shoulders. I watched as she leapt up onto the rock beside me dressed in a long brown trench coat jacket and snow boots that she had paired with black pants and a black sweater underneath the jacket. Trust Mikalya to dress formally even during the festivities. But I guess I couldn’t blame her on that. I was wearing one of those high heat producing thermos in the form of a full sleeved shirt in a dark red and black pants along with snow boots. I did have a cap to protect my head from the cold though, while Mikalya just had her hair down. “Huh?” I

Clark does not wear glasses, but Klaus does because of his poor vision. "No, I can't; not now, Klaus, because if I tell her, she might lose it," I said doing the crazy sign by twisting my finger around my ear. Klaus just kept walking with me, laughing as he showed me my most recent I*******m post on his phone. "Your long-time crush just liked your recent post on I*******m again," Klaus excitedly informed me as he drew his phone nearer to me so I could clearly see what he was displaying. I grinned since it was a screenshot of my most recent post, and I could tell Miles liked it.

Clutching hard, the handle of my personalized tote bag that Abby made for me for last year's Christmas, I let out a huge puff of air and resumed my intent to walk past the glass entrance of the school building. "Hello there." My chest banged hard at that voice, my whole body felt so strange, like it was hypnotised. "Mr. Klaus," I carefully said as I turned my head slightly to face the tall man who was dressed like he came out of a fashion magazine. Well, he always dresses like that. He might as well be on every cover of magazines women love to feast their eyes on. "How are you doing?" he asked. "Uh?" I blinked hard after I realised that I was already picturing him in a magazine.

~Rylee~ Klaus stood beside a Speed Triple, holding a ring spanner with his hands and shirt dredged with oil. My best friend Rain stood four feet from him, her Glock 43 aimed straight at Klaus’ head. Rain was in a perfect femme fetal outfit. Black leather jacket over a black minidress, knee-high boots with her blond hair swaying as the wind blows from the Delaware River. Five steps away from her left was the gentle giant Ghost. He was in his usual shirt and jeans; his Glock 19 pointed at Rain’s temple.

Emilia's POV "Master?" I looked at the man in front of me and whispered. "It's me," Klaus signaled for me to take his arm. No wonder I was so surprised; it was the first time I had seen Klaus dressed so formally. He wore a black suit, a cape draped over his back, an exquisite golden badge on his chest, a black belt cinching his slender waist, and black boots encasing his powerful calves. Standing there, he exuded a demeanor as sharp as an unsheathed sword.

His voice was still raspy as he just recovered from flu the day before. The moderator then gave the members of the media the go signal to approach the mike situated in front of the main table in order to ask their questions. The first question came from a lady reporter who seemed to have a crush on Mikael. “What can we expect from your show? Since you look like a model yourself, will you walk the runway as well and model your clothes,” she asked. Mikael just smiled and replied “Yes and No. Yes! You can expect innovative designs, things you have not seen before. You can look forward to amazing apparel for both men and women. And no! I won’t be modeling for my own creations. Thank you for your

Like, chandelier-so-big-it-has-its-own-zip-code massive. We walked into a long, luxurious dining hall, and there he was—Klaus, lounging like he owned the air we breathed. Which, let’s be real, he probably believed he did. But beside him… Oh. Oh, hello. Who the hell is that?! Another ridiculously handsome man was seated next to Klaus, and for a second, I thought maybe someone had duplicated the “hot Mikaelson” template and forgot to turn the difficulty settings down. This guy looked just as powerful. Just as timeless.

Jess opened the clasp with wide, hungry eyes, her pupils dilating as she pulled out a premium winter cloak from the Skydrivee design houses. “There is an authentic training tunic packed beneath the fur as well?” She lifted the garment, inspecting the stitching. “Wait… I am certain I’ve seen Collins Parker wear this exact cut during the academy matches.” “Your memory serves you well. He carries the identical pattern on his bench. The piece commanded a massive sum from the trade merchants! I knew your form would outshine his on the ice, so I claimed it for your den,” Mason crooned, leaning closer. “Why don't you shift into the tunic now?”

At the same time, Kaze could have front-row seats to the drama between the Wittersons and Siegfrieds. “How so? You saved my life. Of course, I’m going to repay you,” Clarice replied. Kaze’s opinion did not matter. Clarice took him by the arm and walked ahead. Though helpless, Kaze had a hard time rejecting her. They went to a men’s clothing store, specializing in suits, and most of its clothing was tailored. The pieces on display were samples, and even so, they were stunning. The size, though, was not meant for everyone.