Klaus Mikaelson Gif Novels & Stories

“There’s a man in the lobby from LMGK who wants to speak to you.” Klaus groaned and checked his Rolex watch. His very gaudy, very expensive Rolex watch. “Oh GOD… of course this happens to me right now… what’s his name?” he snarled. I uncovered the mouthpiece. “What’s his name, Stan?” “A Mr. Brooks. Mr. Connor Brooks.” “Connor Brooks,” I said to Klaus – who put on the snottiest expression imaginable, like one of the queen bitches from the old Lindsay Lohan movie Mean Girls.

As the God teleported to the table Luther's eyes widened as he felt the power coming off of him. The white haired guys eyes changed to purple instantly. "I know alot about her but You can call me Klaus by the way." Klaus stated as he sat down making himself comfortable. "I could help you out you know. I have an offer you may like." Klaus stated having Luther look at him funny. "You can give me Mazaya back?" Luther asked. He knew Mazaya was his ticket to the ultimate power. Klaus shook his head already knowing that was something Luther wanted. He was obsessed with Mazaya.

' Mischa angrily hissed to herself while her eyes burning in flames locked on Narco. Eyebrows pulled down and face wrinkled in disgust, Klauss grimaced at his current situation. He was having trouble with the dirt that stuck to his clothes and body. The veins in his head, neck, and hands have popped out of anger. He wants to take a bath in boiling acid just to get rid of the extreme grossness he feels right now.

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

“I know who I saw.” Jimmie’s hand went to his mouth, his eyes wide. “Oh my God…” His whisper echoed louder than a shout. From the other side of the chamber, Klaus’ voice cut through, annoyingly casual. “Uhhm… can I take a look? Just to confirm?” Franco gave me a questioning glance. I gave a stiff nod, and he walked the tablet over to Klaus’ cell. Klaus leaned in, squinting at the screen. “Ohhh yes. That’s him. The man with the white beard, dark shades, and, honestly, a tragic sense of fashion. But—” He looked up, baffled. “Why’s everybody so shocked?”

Klaus had helped me take a bath early this morning when we stopped fucking and so all I had to do was put on his slippers and go to his office where I knew he was. But he wasn't in the office but I saw him when I entered the living room as he concentrated on something in the open area kitchen. Klaus was standing in front of the microwave with a tablet in his hand. His expression was sullen as he seriously read the instructions. Give this man a legal document and he would be able to decipher it in a matter of minutes but anything to do with cooking was like trying to teach programming to a toddler. The only things he knew how to cook were coffee and scrambled eggs and from the look of it, he

Chapter 167 KLAUS He was quiet for a moment. The frown shifted slightly—not deepening, but changing, like something inside it was trying to resolve into words and couldn't quite get there. "Nothing," he said finally. He looked back down at the Ankylosaurus. "Never mind." The room held a beat of stillness. Then Elijah moved to update a position marker, and Mikael returned to his phone, and Rivera pushed off from the window to look at the layout, and the moment passed the way moments did when everyone agreed without speaking to let it pass.

kneeling in front of him, his gray eyes looking at her intently. "Open your mouth" he commanded hoarsely as he reached for his pants, Anika obeyed immediately, expectant, there was something utterly arousing in the way the man imposed himself on her, his shirt tightening on his chest as he moved his arms. Once he unbuttoned his pants, he slid his erection out of his pants, but not before adjusting his pants again so that they were snug in place as the erection stood out, standing tall and proudly pointing at her, Klaus took the erection. with one hand and gently lifted Anika's chin. "I've been dying to do this since I met you," he murmured before carefully sliding the tip of his erection aga

The rich, decaying smell of flesh and a metallic thang hang in the air, making it hard to breathe. Bound to a chair, every attempt to move was restricted. My mouth was sealed with a tape, swallowing my screams for help. A sense of dread washed over me, as cold sweats formed on my face. Where am I? A figure emerged from the dim light, revealing a face I knew too well. Blood drained from my face. It was Klaus. “Hello, Michael,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

I turned around and pressed my back against the cold steel door, ready to fight whatever horror was waiting for me in the darkness. Footsteps approached, unhurried, rhythmic, and terrifyingly calm. The white cloud of flour slowly settled from the air, revealing Mikael standing at the end of the narrow hallway. He looked completely absurd, yet infinitely more dangerous. Fine white powder coated his dark wool coat and dusted his broad shoulders, framing his stark, angular features like a statue carved from marble and ash. But his ice-grey eyes were clear, burning with a dark, intense amusement that made my blood run cold.