Klaus Mikaelson Daughter Novels & Stories

Aurora‘a POV: Klaus leaned close to me like a child straining for attention as he struggled to eavesdrop. I couldn’t keep my smile at bay as I brought my phone to my ear, and with a lift in my mood, I muttered ; “Hello?” “Hello daughter,” my father greeted back, and as soon as Klaus heard that, he stumbled away from me with wide eyes. Wordlessly, he pointed to me and then back at the phone, and I didn’t need any soothsayer to know that he was indirectly trying to confirm if what he was hearing was true. I smiled and nodded.

Don't expect her to be able to forgive me. Mellisa's friends, who were just as fake with thick makeup and hair that I recognized as expensive wigs, looked at Mellisa and me with question marks. Mellisa turned around briefly and introduced me to them politely. "She's my stepdaughter, her name is Khloe. She's lived abroad for a long time." "You think this way I'll be more lenient?" I asked sarcastically. "What do you mean, Khloe? If you're not satisfied with my motherhood-"

I don’t approve of her choice, but it’s her life. “Sure you got everything?” I asked, hoping he’d change his mind. No matter how moody he was, Mikael was still an adorable little ball of energy. And Ramona was the purest angel. Sometimes I wonder if she was really Klaus’ offspring. “I survived taking care of Klaus,” Markus said, chuckling. “These two are an angel compared to him.” I bet they were. “Well, I’ll get back to the party.” Lies. I was threading the hallway towards the parking lot when my phone vibrated in my pocket.

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

And most importantly, they were safe, she had to believe that. Her precious Melody, was safely ensconced in a boarding school in Switzerland, and the only one aware of her true heritage. As the future Alpha of The Daughters Of The Moon, it was imperative that she knew what great responsibility she would shoulder one day. But all her carefully laid plans, would go up in flames, if Klaus ever returned, to claim his bastard, borne from his fallen mistress… The little girl was a liability and there was only one way to deal with her.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

My daughter had a few tricks up her sleeve and I knew tomorrow, she would show it as well. "You always look amazing, that is the problem, I think that is why I end up with so many damn children." Mikaela whined as she opened the doors. I spun on my heel to look at her. Elijah was on her hip, a beautiful boy with beautifully black hair. The perfect imitation of his biological father. He was at the tender age of two, but looked four. Unlike Katharine, he had no traces of magic within him, just a natural born hybrid like myself.

He hush whispered to Mika. “She wasn’t Fae all throughout highschool! This is something else! It has to be!” Mika whispered back.” “She can’t be? Can she?” Drac whispered back. “Drac! Is she King Janus’ daughter?” Mika whispered back to him. When they said my possible real father’s name it made me freeze in Mika’s arms. They both paused in their conversation to look down at me. I was looking back at them both, which almost gave me whiplash.

The woman immediately took over the tiny body of her toddler from Claire's arms. Apparently the little toddler's name was Maureen. “Is she yours?” asked Claire to the woman who was now holding Maureen tightly to her chest. The woman glanced at Claire. Then nodded quickly. “Yes. Maureen is my daughter! My name is Micah. I lost Maureen when I was leaving her briefly with one of the visitors. But apparently the visitor went back to the hotel room and left my daughter alone. I was shocked when I came back from the restroom and saw that my daughter was gone. I was afraid Maureen would drown, but luckily God still saved my daughter by bringing her to you. Thank you so much.” Micah cried while bowi