Klaus Mikaelson Fashion Novels & Stories

Michael shook his head as if he couldn’t believe his eyes but when he turned to Emily, there was this rage in his eyes… This anger, that immediately made her back down. Even in his state, he still managed to trail his eyes down my body, regarding me with an intensity I never knew he had in him. His eyes followed the line of my slit and happy to give him a show, I struck a pose, one that allowed the dress to fall to the side, exposing more flesh to his hungry eyes. Klaus saw this and growled, and somehow, the sound of Klaus’ infuriated growl managed to make Michael raise his eyes. I saw Michael stiffen immediately and I held in a bubble of laughter that nearly spilled out of my mouth.

Connor stood about fifty feet away, his arms open wide, like, What UP, bro? Klaus whipped around, a look of stark terror on his face. He obviously remembered the voice, too… and the humiliations he’d suffered because of its owner. Toss in the fact that he’d been speaking ill of Connor just a few seconds before, and Klaus was not a happy camper. Me? I was not a happy camper at ALL. Connor strolled over, gorgeous and every inch the billionaire. He wore a tailored, grey pinstripe suit, crisp white shirt, and maroon silk tie studded with a gold pin.

Kalex laughed at him. I just passed him and sat down. Joshua and the others are still joking with him. Joshua also approached afterwards. He handed me a red sweater, one of our collaboration designs. it comes with a black tote bag with a design of a mixture of crescent moon and rose. I change my clothes into high waist short, then the sweater, Airmax shoes. My hair is messy bun and my makeup is even lighter. Kalex is sweatpants, red shirt from the collaboration item, then Nike shoes and belt bag. Only the shoes and bottom are not from our collaboration design.

"Yes, he did. How did you know?" Before Nate could even speak, Theo answered her question. "Nate is the costume director and designer of MBS Fashion. Hero assigned him there." "Really?" She eye-widened at Nate. "That came from the original brand called 9MUSA," Nate added. They all fall into silence as Aurelie appreciates the beauty of the dress she's wearing. It feels so comfortable since it's made of cotton. Red suddenly broke their silence. "It looks good on you, Aurelie. You look very beautiful."

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.

It was my boss. “Everything Klaus said is true. Listen to him. All his orders come from me. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.” I said and he immediately hung up. That’s how I ended up wearing a Chanel dress with Christian Louboutin heels and Pandora jewellery to work today. My whole outfit costs more than my apartment but I have to admit I look amazing and smell just as good. Klaus even got me some new makeup products and perfumes and gave me some beauty tips. He also scheduled a hair appointment for me in a bougie salon in the Upper East Side for the next day. My hair has never looked more amazing.

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.

"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.

"I'll take this one too." *** ALVA "What about this one?" The tired stylist’s voice was encouraging but I could tell she was beginning to get frustrated. "It will make sure attention is on you at all times." She said enthusiastically, holding up an acid green knee-length gown that showed cleavage to my face. I stared uneasily. My bright hair was already an attention magnet I had recently become accustomed to. A bright green gown showing non-existent cleavage was like jumping from the frying pan to an open flame.

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.