Klaus Mikaelson Fashion Novels & Stories

He asked and I nodded, eagerly pasting myself to his side as he led me up the sat rod and around the huge house. This vacation was off to a great start! … “Mik,” i groaned, as I heard his demanding voice ring around the small private boutique. Regardless of how small it appeared to be, it was home to a luxury brand, which boasted of incredible award worthy designs. The cream top and shorts set that I tried on was perfect f my body, and I was already exhausted with how much shooing I was doing. It was Mikael’s fault, i thought with a grumble under my breath while I heard the mafia Don terrorize the store manager and assistants. Knowing him, his standards for clothing was pretty high and he wa

If Angel changes his mind at the last minute, I'll squeeze his neck with my hands. I enter pack land effortlessly. If I don't want to, nobody sees me, and I hide where the helicopter will land. Angel POV - Angel. I looked back, smiling. I didn't want to leave without seeing him, but my smile froze when I looked at Klaus. It felt like a vision. He wore a light blue suit, a white shirt, and a blue tie, a few shades above the suit's blue. His neatly combed black hair framed a handsome face, and his eyes stood out like a beacon that drew me to him.

And he loved it, even enjoying the seeming agony her childhood sweetheart felt. In the midst of the question and answer held for members of the media, questions were not that controversial, all tackling the event and Clarissa being the new muse of the global fashion house. Until there was a reporter who asked if Clarissa and Mikael knew each other from way back. It seemed like this reporter knew something about the two. Mikael was the one who dodged that question. He said it did not matter if they knew each other. “What matters is that we chose the perfect and ideal fashion ambassador for my brand,” Mikael calmly responded. He added, “We have been waiting for quite some time for her to accep

A tall, beautiful and sexy woman entered. "Hi. How are you all? I'm here because I want to tell you something. I'm sorry because I messed up your conversation," said the woman. "Hello, Trisha. How's the mission I give to you? How's the target?" "He's doing fine. I always saw him in the Halimuyak club. He was often there. He saw me there but not this real face. Don't you know I'm a cosplayer so I'm good at changing my face and another thing, I also saw some guy? Handsome and tall. Chinito's body is white and elegant," Trisha elaborated.

MELISSA'S POV I climbed down the stairs yawning from tiredness. I didn't go to bed on time last night because I couldn't stop watching the late night fashion show displaying. I loved the way they all dressed and spoke eloquently. I really want to be like that, go to school and be able to speak that way. I would talk to Asher about it, maybe he would get me a teacher so I could able to read and write. The little knowledge I have, I learnt from princess Melissa's books which helped me to understand most of human language.

Doreen cladded in a formal suit, a gray one that unexpectedly complimented his ghastly attractive eyes, could be seen standing at the staircase's base. He was about to head for work, yet a large part of him desperately wanted Tessa to come down, and request a ride to the Ballet Academy. Klaus, also dressed in his usual outfit with a car key in his possession, was uncertain about what to say — the previous night, Doreen had given him one of his credit cards. Both were unaware of Tessa's fashion sense, but his Master instructed him to buy any female clothing in sight. It was ridiculous — Doreen was ridiculously rich, so it wasn't shit.

Lifting his head, Justin saw the man whose appearance was as striking as ever even among the crowd. Klaus looked like royalty while wearing an expensive tailor made suit. He had an air of grandiose that made everybody seem diminished in comparison. With a mysterious gaze in his emerald eyes, he looked like a prince that was depicted in classical paintings. As soon as he arrived, he was surrounded by the male guests, so Justin couldn't even get close to him. When he finally managed to catch a glimpse of Klaus's face from afar, he immediately recognized the latter as the international student who enrolled through the STHEE program, whom he saw eating at the hawker stall with Luna.

He performed in a short web video. Claude thought seriously before replying, "H & M's features are stable price and universal. I'm going to change into a white shirt and black pants..." "Then go to the audition to be their assistant." Cyrus indifferently asked back. His face turned red, "I think..." "Do you know who the main designer of H & M this season is?" "I heard it's... Rei Kawakubo."

“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 went with brown smokey eyes to emphasize my eye color and rogue red, making sure I shaped that pout Klaus can’t get enough of biting. He loved my hair in big waves and I let it cascade down my shoulder. The black dress had cap sleeves and a neckline dipping to highlight my breast. I didn’t wear a bra, and I went commando too. I smirked at my reflection. Let the fun begin. ~~ The delicious aroma of lobster and cheese instantly attacked my senses as soon as I stepped out of the room, shaking my determination to put my plan into action. Reaching the bottom of the stairs and seeing Klaus in his light blue button-down shirt and dark jeans, barefoot, just like me, made my stomach swoosh. I nearl