Klaus Mikaelson Pics Novels & Stories

Then he returned to his seat. I was tempted to ask about Amelia and Marcel's case, but he looked so happy right now, I didn't want to break the magic. He got busy again, and I just sat there, looking at him, watching him, memorizing and admiring every feature of his face. It was until I felt a small ache on my cheeks that I realized that I had been smiling all the while. "Valerie, I can smell your arousal." Klaus spoke after a while, breaking the silence between us.

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

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.

It wasn’t fair to expect her to react differently. “Where am I?” she asked, as I had expected to. “I don’t know this place. This isn't my home.” “It is now,” I heard Mikael’s voice, and did not react, as I noticed his approach. His platinum blonde hair made his skin look paler than it was, and his green eyes stood out with the kohl he applied. Looking at the playful look on his face, anyone would question whether he was a mafia don or not. It was so different from the murderous expression he bore when we confronted Cross.

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.

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.

Some so many people would be glad if he is dead here. Claus’s phone beeped again. This time it was a picture of a man. “That’s your target. He has what you are looking for” Claus t discreetly watched The Mute from a distance. He was a tall, enigmatic man with a striking presence. His icy blue eyes seemed to scan the room, and his stoic demeanor gave nothing away. “Dance with me,” Claus said to Mia. He was trying to buy himself time to study his target. Claus’s gaze fixated on her. Mia felt a rush of adrenaline. She remembers the night she met Claus.

“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?”

Like a moth attracted to flame, I walked in. Everything in the room looked like him. Neat, organized, and mysterious. My gaze landed on a picture frame. I froze. It was Klaus. But a younger version. He looked around nine to ten. For a moment, I almost couldn’t recognize him. The boy in the picture looked happy. Genuinely happy. He smiled brightly, his grey eyes lacking the coldness they carried now. Standing beside him was a stunning woman with brown hair and almond eyes. Who was this woman?

I saw the line of his jaw and the small scar near his eyebrow that he got when we were ten. Then, I felt it. Klaus’s hand on my shoulder was shaking. It wasn't a big movement, just a tiny, constant tremor. He was nervous. The Ice King, the man who faced thousands of screaming fans every night, was shaking because he was holding me. He snapped the photo before I could say anything. He immediately pulled his arm back and stood up, walking away as if the sofa were on fire. "I’ll send that to the PR team," he said, his back to me. "They’ll handle the caption."