Klaus Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

I smelt the figure looming behind me before he spoke. "I never thought I'd see the day you'd take that." Miles' familiar voice made me turn around to look at him. The bright lights at the club made me squint my eyes as I assessed him. He was dressed in a wine colored Ralph Lauren t-shirt tucked into blue fitted jeans. As usual, he looked impeccably put together, but I could sense the undercurrent of sleazy seeping off him.

Stella was sitting in the living room, and she could see Keegan. He was shirtless while wearing formal trousers. His back muscles moved up and down as he shook his shirt. It was exceptionally pleasing to the eyes.

I went with brown smokey eyes to emphasize my eye color and rogue red, making sure I shaped that pout Klaus can’t get enough of biting. He loved my hair in big waves and I let it cascade down my shoulder. The black dress had cap sleeves and a neckline dipping to highlight my breast. I didn’t wear a bra, and I went commando too. I smirked at my reflection. Let the fun begin. ~~ The delicious aroma of lobster and cheese instantly attacked my senses as soon as I stepped out of the room, shaking my determination to put my plan into action. Reaching the bottom of the stairs and seeing Klaus in his light blue button-down shirt and dark jeans, barefoot, just like me, made my stomach swoosh. I nearl

I wished I could fight like that. I walked to the balcony, expecting to see Ian at the forefront, but my eyes landed on Klaus fighting in the middle of the field. Shivers ran through me at the realization that he was shirtless. He looked every bit like an avenging angel with his black hair hanging loosely and a thunderous expression on his face. Our eyes connected briefly and I looked away, embarrassed that he had caught me staring.

"Oh! Sorry, Miles! It seems like you're shirt didn't make the cross. I'll fix that bug later!" "Woah, dead eyes... you have six-pack?! You're skinny, but you have a solid body build. How are you so weak?! "Hahaha! Miles is shirtless in the middle of the city!" I'm shirtless! Don't tell me... The only shirt I brought from the previous world is gone?! "Ishigami! What happened to my shirt?!" "It probably disintegrated." "What?!" Forget about it! That isn't the worse thing these brats have done to me! I don't mind being shirtless cause damn! Do I have a sexy body!

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 use this as an opportunity to check out their respective outfits. Maximilian is dressed in dark black pants and a black shirt. I have to avert my eyes from him because his tattoos are very obvious due to his sleeve shirt. Bless my soul, Jesus.

I probably would have been okay to get some sleep, but something kept me up, checking over him like a mama hen. Footsteps creak on the stairs behind me, and I turn to greet him. My words catch in my throat. Miles stands in the doorway, shirtless, a pair of grey sweatpants hang loosely on his hips. His dirty blonde hair loose around his shoulders instead of in its usual bun. The bandages I applied last night cover parts of his torso, but they can't hide the defined muscles underneath. Various tattoos peek out between the gauze - nothing excessive like some of the other club members, just elegant line work that complements his frame.

I slipped downstairs in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties, my hair loose and messy, desperate for a glass of water or maybejust maybea glimpse of them. The kitchen lights were dim. Logan stood at the island, shirtless in gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, muscles rippling as he poured a protein shake. Mike leaned against the counter nearby, arms crossed, wearing only black boxer briefs. They both froze when I entered. For a long second, no one spoke. The air thickened instantly. Logan’s eyes dragged slowly down my body, pausing on the hem of my t-shirt where it barely covered the curve of my ass. “You shouldn’t be down here dressed like that,” he said, voice rough.

he whispered, leaning closer to my ear and we both started cackling. We heard someone clearing his throat so we turned to see the person and a scowl emerged on my face seeing Klaus folding his arms, crossed over his chest. He was wearing a black vest with black track pants, his sleeveless vest made him look hotter. The veins on his forearms popped out and his perfect muscular arms made me gulp. “For once, can you be punctual?” He barked, ogling at my tracksuit. I ignored him completely and took a step ahead as if he wasn’t standing there and didn’t say anything. Marcus mumbled, “you are pissing him off, girl. Watch out.” He warned me and I shrugged casually, not giving a fu-k about his cousi