Klaus Mikaelson Gif Novels & Stories

And even if this will be my last resort to keep what we are until the end despite this selfishness of mine, who would blame me? Mikael got out of the dorm. He looks so messy that made my eyebrows rise. Is this the renowned son of Principal del Fuego that I just met earlier? The one who is also famous for being so handsome and one of the heartthrobs from his previous school? He looks so out of that description though. He looks like a human form of sticky rice we used to eat in a snack that is being coated with a lot of rice flour. His face is filled with face powder that is not being fixed. Is he doing this foolishness on purpose? Khrystyanna approached him and fixed his necktie and his messy

Klaus asked, bewildered at the old man's sudden laugh. "N-no, n-no," The old man said while laughing and waving his hand. "What's your problem?" Klaus asked, irritated at the old man. "It's just funny that you still haven't let go of that useless bitch” The old man said. Klaus, who heard Someone insult his mate, suddenly got angry and launched at the old man. The old man was uninterested in Klaus's sudden outburst, and with a flick of his hand, Klaus was sent back flying into the wall.

Bright words flickered on a little screen, and suddenly, music blared through hidden speakers. And then Klaus serious, frightening, impossibly composed Klaus started singing. Not well, mind you. His voice was rich and surprisingly nice, but he deliberately twisted it into something absurd, over-exaggerating notes, trilling like a bird with hiccups. He held one hand dramatically to his chest, the other reaching toward the ceiling like some tragic opera star. I clapped a hand over my mouth, stifling the laugh bubbling up. “You look ridiculous!” “That’s the point,” he grinned between verses. Then he turned the microphone toward me. “Your turn.”

I really wanted to hear Mikael's voice, so I reached out for my phone and grabbed it. As soon as I picked it up, Mikael's video call came through. With a smile on my face, I picked the call. My smile widened when I finally saw him. He was wearing a dark green long-sleeved shirt and strands of his hair fell over his left eye. He looked really tired, but I assumed that it was because of work. The color of his eyes was hidden by his grey eye contacts. He grinned when his gaze met mine. "Hey, you" he said, gazing at me fondly.

" Maximo quickly removed Mikael's hand from his arm and pushed him. "Yuck!" "Get away from me, you're giving me goosebumps!" Maximo commented with disgust. While Mikael was laughing and walking away. "You are so fun to tease, Max," Mikael commented and smirked. "Tsk, whatever!" Maximo replied grumpily. Mikael just smiled and took a swig of the drink he was holding. Later, Maximo turned on the karaoke on the side and handed the microphone to Cyrex. The doctor looked at his friend in confusion.

A buzz from my phone made me go still. “You change first,” I said. “I’ll join you in a moment.” She pressed a thumb over my forehead. “We need to use a mindlink connection. This should probably last an hour. I can’t create anything complex, so I don’t get caught.” I nodded as she headed to the entrance and walked through it. Turning back to the window, I pulled the material covering my phone slowly, revealing the screen and went still. Another text from Klaus. “I hate to interrupt, BUT THIS IS HUGE. MORGEAUS HAS A SNAKE TATTOO ON HER NECK.”

His left wrist was adorned with his famous Cartier piece, and he found himself smiling at his image in the mirror. He felt like a nerdy college human boy preparing for a date with his hot athletic crush. Klaus scoffed at the thought. He shook his head and picked up his phone from his dressing table. His lips pouted as he whistled absentmindedly while searching for his best friend’s number. When he found it, he dialed the number and pressed the speaker to his right ear. Markus Dane picked up at the first ring – which was very typical of him – and Klaus could not help the broad smile that crept up to his cheeks.

His fingernails detached from his body, a hole present on all joints… a gruesome sight that will surely push me on a liquid diet for weeks. “How will he even talk?” I murmured, gesturing on the rag that’s stuffed in his mouth. Klaus is leaning on the desk beside me, sipping his wine like he’s watching a damn cheesy action movie, calm and collected. “And how did she even turn out to be this… this brutal?” I’ve seen Rylee once and this girl on the screen torturing a man, a high-ranking mafia official, is definitely a shocking revelation to me. Klaus chuckled, grabbing my wine glass and refilling it. This Dom Pérignon is the only substance that I have consumed since Cali and I parted ways hours

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

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.