Klaus Mikaelson Pics 소설 & 이야기

“I just wish to know what it is like to kiss her.” The smirk on his face became larger and it was obvious what he was trying to do. “How is that your business?” I asked. “I like her.” “You don’t threaten someone you like,” I retorted, my voice still managing to be calm. “And you don’t put someone you like in danger, Mr. Klaus.” I wore a frown instantly. He knows something. “Or should I say, Adonis Malcolm Klaus? A.K.A The Ruthless?” he continued and my fear became confirmed.

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 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

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.

The scent of soft vanilla brunt through me and left a faint scent that made me look into his eyes and whisper, "Like the guy from Vampire Diaries… Klaus Mikaelson, you know?" Silence, then a sigh. He put both of his arms around me to trap me in between and warned, "As much as I enjoy seeing drunk, stalker, don't compare me to others when I'm right in front of you."

he quipped as he stood from the table and walked away from the venue. The media tried to follow him but Mikael’s security guards were quick to stop them. After the grueling presscon, Mikael proceeded to his office. He sat on his chair and turned on the television. At that very moment, a news feature on Clarissa was being shown on the screen. Mikael turned up the volume and viewed attentively the interview of his best friend. He could not take off his eyes on the monitor as he paid attention to every word that Clarissa uttered.

"But don't think you're fooling me. I won't allow you to hurt her." Mikhail stood up so fast that Anika could barely react. The man grabbed Klaus by the nape of his neck, pushing his head against the desk. Anika screamed, terrified at the idea of being next. "Don't you dare talk to me like that again," the man roared, but Klaus pulled out a gun from his belt, raising his head. Blood was running down his face, but he didn't seem to care. He aimed at his father's chest, and Anika trembled. It was the first time she had ever seen Klaus react that way. "Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Mikhail asked.

They drew glances. It's hard to avoid when you moved like you were used to space parting around you. Kael’s shoulders were loose, coat open, hands empty. His gaze was not. He flicked his internal overlay, pulling up the still image from the warehouse bar. Then another—an older photo, clearer. Lys in his kitchen, barefoot, hair pulled over one shoulder, looking at him with something caught between defiance and reluctant amusement. He’d cut that one out of an internal tower to log himself.

I looked at Klaus again and he had this irritated look on his face then he shouted out: “Come out, you witch” That was when I heard faint footsteps and then saw the little child come out. “Do you see that?” I nudged Klaus and he turned to where I was pointing. It was a boy about 4 or 5 years old with black hair and eyes like fire. He ushered us to keep silent with a small smile on his face and then he walked towards us.

MAXINE I walked into Klaus' room, looking for Klaus. I spotted him standing, staring at the wall of holograms displayed with a map on it. I walked over to him, clearing my throat to get his attention. "Klaus," I said, sitting down on the chair beside him. "I need to talk to you about something." Klaus turned to me, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What is it, Max?" he asked.