Klaus Mikaelson Pics Novels & Stories

I am now wearing a yellow floral dress and a two-inches fuchsia-colored sandal while Michael is wearing a black blazer and underneath his expensive blazer is a white t-shirt, he is wearing slacks and white converse shoes. "I'm nervous, Michael. What if something wrong will happen in the ceremony? What if I messed up my speech? What if they don't want me to be their luna?" I asked Michael one question after another but he only responded with a simple smile and then he gently kissed my nape causing me to gasp and swallow my saliva when an alluring feeling comes rushing into my veins.

"Hi Kelsi, he greeted, with a boyish grin. "Uh..Hi" I said shyly looking elsewhere, so he would not see my blush. "How're you doing?" His voice came out warm and soft, sending tingling sensation through my body. "Fine, thanks" I mumbled quickly, bitting a large portion of my meat pie. I couldn't help but admire Lexy, he was absolutely handsome, his voice, the way he gets excited or laughed, melts my heart. The sound of his laughter was like a music to my ears, I could sit and hear him laugh all day.

I just told you that my name is Melissa and you are still asking if I am insane, I don't know those people" I said frowning more and he shook his head and continued looking at me weirdly. "Who sent you to come here and seduce me" he asked and I gazed up at him. I brought out this strange leaf and showed it him, he snatched it and stared at me strangely. "what are you doing with my picture I and where did you get it from" he said and I smiled "I saw it in my home in Atlantica. I told him and he nodded dropping the picture as he called it on an object beside him. Ok, "Thanks for bringing it back; you cannot go" he said push me out and closed his human rock.

I asked, desperate to change the subject. Klaus and Elijah exchanged a look. "Nothing," Klaus admitted. "He's been completely clean for the past month. No suspicious meetings, no unusual financial activity, no contact with known curse-workers or dark magic practitioners." "Too clean," Elijah added. "Like he knows he's being watched and is being careful not to give us anything we can use." "Which means he's aware I'm investigating him," I said grimly. "Or someone tipped him off." Mikael leaned forward. "Do we have a leak?"

Klaus tells me - I'm not making you say it and above all, everyone here seems to have a professional life while I deny, nada absolutely nothing. - Ok ok we understood, Mikaël told me, we had thought about this a little bit, that's why we're all here... Finally, Mike has a proposition to make to you Completely silent, I turned directly to Mike who was on my left with Helisa in his arms. Seeing that I was waiting for him to deign to open his mouth, he cleared his throat before taking a look at his friends as if he wanted to know if he was sure of their choice.

He could only watch as her figure disappeared through the doorway, his heart hollowed out in an instant, leaving nothing but a cold wind whistling through the emptiness. At the post-summit banquet, Rick drifted through the crowd like a ghost, wineglass in hand, searching for Beth. At last, he found her on an open-air balcony. She was standing with a blond, blue-eyed Germaine guy, speaking softly. Her face carried a light, easy smile he had never seen before. The man was Klaus—the youngest tenured professor at Reidelberg University Medical Center and the chair of this summit. The way Klaus looked at her was filled with undisguised admiration and… affection.

He’ll like this one. His stomach turned. His knees threatened to give way. He wanted to run, yet the guards stood outside. He thought he was prepared for anything, but his body wasn't. The door creaked open again. A massive figure filled the frame. Master Klaus. He wasn’t handsome in any way, far from it. His face was coarse, scarred with old fights, and his breath reeked of alcohol even from across the room. The man’s sheer size made the chamber seem smaller, and the air thicker.

I just hope I was not too late. As I stepped into the main building, a chilling sight seized me. My two sons, Cameron and Chase, were ensnared in a standoff with Klaus. Towering and muscular, Klaus, with his blond hair and piercing blue eyes, cast an intimidating shadow over them. He still looked just as handsome as I last remembered him to be, but I couldn’t mistake his beauty for anything good. Under all that charm and charisma lies a monster, a true psychopath, and a killer.