Novel & Cerita Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction

For every person suffering under Aldric’s rule while I sat powerless beside him, playing a role that made me complicit in his cruelty. Eventually, the sobs subsided into shaky breaths. Klaus pulled back just enough to look at me, his hands coming up to frame my face, thumbs gently wiping away my tears. “I miss you,” he said quietly, and there was such sincerity in his voice that it made my chest ache all over again. “Gods, Margaux, I’ve missed you every single day for five years.” I wanted to tell him to stop. That it was too late for these confessions. But I couldn’t make the words come.

I have already prepared, and it's way too late to go home. I leave Lexi's bedroom as she goes into the backyard with her crush named Connor. I head down the stairs, sighing to myself, but then I run into someone down the hall. It's Klaus. My heart creeps up to my throat. "Mr. Slater." He regards me with his beautiful green eyes, crinkled at the sides with good humor. His wavy black hair is swept up over his handsome face. His scent is invading my senses, and I'm tempted to inhale deeply to take it all in.

Then I will make him in accessible to every other person back at home before I can strike on the red Crescent Pack. I got out of the shower and went to my study. Suddenly I felt bored, I got my phone and hit the boys. ************************************************************************************* “ Fuck!” I said as I was about to leave but my a girl stopped me before. She was one of my hook ups that I think fell in love with me. Trent, the new friend in our clique could realize what was actually happening. “Klaus will you come here right this instant! Don’t you dare walk out on me” Mitchel shouted at the peak of her voice. I stop in my tracks and turn to her.

was the soft reply. She waited till Mikel came out freshly showered and dressed in Dominic’s old Harvard t-shirt and a pair of his goofy socks. “You really were falling for him huh,” Kelsey asked with a smile. Mikel stroked the heads of her two companions and returned the smile. “I think we both were falling for each other over the years and was confusing it with lust and our friendship. I remember one night the lovemaking was much more intense, and electrifying. The look in his eyes was different I knew he saw the same in mine too. He called me Mikel. Not Mikky. We were going to make it,” she said burying her face in Roman’s fur.

Klaus left quietly, emitting a surprising aura of malice. "I'll make you pay, Mike Borin," Klaus said hoarsely, lifting his face, his golden pupils seeming to penetrate through the air where I floated. Instantly, familiar darkness engulfed me, and I lost consciousness once again.

He grabs my hand and forces me to follow him down another white-washed hallway, and through a pair of doors. “Where are you taking me?” “As I said, Margo, my chef makes a killer steak. I suggest you start behaving. I would hate for us to get off on the wrong foot-paw, miss Mikaelson .” “I don't have paws,” I said loudly. “I don't know what you’re talking about,” I whispered. “Such a beauty but so very stupid to play stupid,” he clicked his tongue a few times like he was letting me know he was disappointed...with me.

Klaus POV I can feel the chains that bind me, the same ones I use to keep Ghost in the back of my mind, which means that this time it's me who's trapped. I can hear the words he says and his feelings, and it's desperate not to be able to react to anything. How could he let himself be taken in by Soren and Victor? Ayla was ours first, no matter how much Ghost rejected her, I never had that! Apart from the fact that I taught her how to feel pleasure, I took her off Julian and Hoff's hands!

It seemed like it was enough though, especially since he was lost in the love for Mazyaya. "Well we have a meeting to go to. I guess that's the only positive outcome. I can officially take my place as ruler of all universes without worrying about Alexan." Klaus stated as he stood up. I gave him a soft smile before I was teleporting out. Anything to get away from him for awhile. Every day was a challenge to not blow my cover. I think if he wasn't so in love with Mazaya he would see the small differences. One day he would see how much more meek and kind I was and that would most likely be the day that he broke. It was easy to pretend since I rarely talked. But once the little things started to

I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the reticent light, and came face to face with the man that haunted my dreams for months and tormented me when I was awake. “Klaus,” I swallowed, becoming aware of the delicious sensation of his body trapping me against the wall. “Miss me?” he smirked, his face so close his masculine musk made my head spin. I’ve forgotten about McKay and my dire need to escape. “What the fuck is this!?” growled McKay, looking like a beast ready to rip our necks off.

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