Klaus Mikaelson Clothing Novels & Stories

I only have a few simple wool clothes and some basic washing soaps. The moment the morning sun peeks through the trees, I change my clothes and step out into the hallway. Kaelen is already awake and waiting downstairs. He is dressed in a perfectly tailored dark pack suit that fits his giant, powerful frame beautifully. He looks incredibly handsome and strong, like an ancient Alpha king from the old lore books. His noble bloodline shows in every single move, and his primal magnetism is totally unmatched.

I did not say that! When I'm done with my long, warm and comfortable bath, I dry myself with a towel and wear a pair of grey sweatpants and white t-shirt which of course, belongs to Klaus. I have a few clothes I bought at the mall but I choose to wear Klaus' clothes because I want to smell like him all night. His smell is heavenly. I enter the bedroom and meet him on the couch working on his laptop and I can't help but wonder if he's real. He's too nice, too loving, too caring and too perfect . I feel like I'm no match for him, like he's too good for me.

Klaus wore a cloak that hides his attire, the imperial clothes that are given to escorts of the royal family which differs them from the military knights, as Parie sat by his shoulder whole peeking through the hood. "Someone must've seen her somewhere her." Obviously, this is not the first time Alesteria has done this, sneaking out and all, but she usually leaves a letter telling them she left to go to the market. 'The princes were already in her room when I arrived, so I don't know whether she did leave a letter...' Klaus sighed in distress as he looked at the sky, the orange and red hue mixing, indicating that the sun is setting. He hopes that he can find Alesteria before the sun fully set

Nonetheless, she was so sure that the cloth was among the ones she took to school, I searched and kept on finding the top she wanted so badly until I saw it, hidden between her bum shorts and some of her other leather jackets, I cannot begin to count how many jackets she brought along with her. Did she perhaps feel, she had come to the academy for a fashion show?... I handed her the crop top, she picked up a jean trousers and went to the bathroom to change. It's almost six in the evening, and everyone should be ready for the following day, but my roommate doesn't do any of it... Mikaela walked outside of the bathroom, she wore the crop top a jean jacket, and trousers to go with it. "Damn! Ar

He looks effortlessly stylish in his casual clothes. “Hey, Jonas. Nice car. Did your family finally permit you to buy that one?” He laughs and points a finger at me. “Their deal was— Earn it yourself. Which I did,” he tells me smugly. Wow! Already? Mikolaj joins us a little later. I can’t help but notice how well the black shirt hugs his muscular body. With his designer jeans, and pair of expensive sneakers, it looks like he just stepped off the runway of a fashion show.

This thoughts are killing me. “Wear this” She threw a dress into my arms and I didn’t bother to refuse. Her earlier recommendation was good so I had no objections as I wore it but I soon realized that things weren’t as they seemed. This wasn’t a flare or sundress, instead this was a skims dress, chocolate brown color with tiny straps. She met the shocked look written on my face and shrugged. “Wear something sexy for once” At this point I’m convinced Klaus offered her something more than a new set of video games.

“You? The same Mira who almost cried because Kevin ignored you?” “That was different!” Before she could answer, there was a knock on the door. “Oh, that must be Chloe,” I said, walking to open it. I pulled the door open. And froze. Klaus. Standing there like he stepped out of a magazine. A fitted black leather jacket hugged his shoulders, a tight dark shirt underneath showing the hard lines of his chest. The top buttons were open, just enough to reveal the edge of a dragon tattoo curling over his skin. Black slim jeans. Heavy boots.

"I'm sure you don't want to create any scene at your Boss's party." I looked around for Jacob but couldn't find him anywhere. "Come with me!" "Leave her hand!" I immediately heard a very cold and rude voice out of nowhere. Mr. Macroni looked shocked when his eyes landed on the owner of that rude voice, and I took that chance to take my hand away from his. Turning around, my gaze fell on the owner of the voice, and I skipped a beat of my heart. Klaus Martinez was looking drop-dead gorgeous in his Black color three-piece suit, paired with a white shirt. His hairs were perfectly gelled, just like HIM.

“Well, wouldn't that be a good thing for you? Your man would be unable to resist you after seeing you in this!” “I think he mentioned that he doesn't want too sexy outfits,” I pointed out. “He'd definitely not want this.” She pouted but dropped the dress and found another one that was a lot freer around my abdominal region. I couldn't help but thank my lucky stars. Klaus had a blank look on his face when Audrey ushered me out for him to see. “That's good,” he said blankly. “We need that in five colors. Black, Scarlet Red, Deep Blue, Deep Purple, and Silver.”

Jessica said with a small smile. Mrs. Michelson glided past the threshold as she looked around. “You have a very spacious loft, my dear. How many bedrooms?” “Three,” she answered as she closed the door. Jessica looked down at her paint splattered smock. Normally, she wouldn’t feel embarrassed to be seen in her work clothes, but Claire Michelson had a way of making every woman feel under dressed when she walked in a room. Her long white and black hair was in curls down her back. She wore a white fur hat and a white fur coat. She had on navy blue slacks and black designer snow boots.