Klaus Mikaelson Smile Novels & Stories

Klaus was the kind of person who never missed a beat, always attentive and observant. "Saw what?" I asked, feigning innocence. His gaze flickered towards Miles once again before returning to me. "I saw the way you smiled at him," he replied. I playfully narrowed my eyes, pretending to be offended. "Oh really, Mr. Detective? Do I look scary when I smile?" I asked, unable to contain my laughter. Klaus let out a hearty chuckle and playfully tapped me on the back. "No, you're not scary at all," he said with a warm smile. "In fact, you look gorgeous when you smile."

Rylee giggled as I wiped Mikael’s mouth with a towel. “Of course he is,” Klaus said, approaching us with a huge grin. “Da da da da,” Mikael raised his hand in the air, catching sight of his father. Ramona mimicked his brother, and the twins abandoned their food, clearly excited to see Klaus. He scooped them one by one, setting them on his lap, peppering kisses on their chubby little cheeks. I stared in awe as Klaus planted a kiss on Rylee’s forehead. He’s different around them, unafraid to show his soft side.

“I-I haven’t tried smiling.” “Why not? You have gotten used to your powers so well. I even hear Doctor Kusher complimenting you from time-to-time.” He says. I can feel his gaze trying to read any slight changes in my expression. “Aren’t you curious if you still have your killer smile or not?” “I am.” I admitted. There’s a long pause that follows. “I am guessing there is a but?” I nod and carefully raise my head to meet his gaze. “I just…I don’t remember how…or I forgot the feeling of smiling, if that makes any sense…?” It comes out as a question because I wasn't sure how to describe the feeling.

And I don't want to give him an excuse to get close to me. The piece of meat I pop into my mouth melts as I chew it, the meat is so soft and tender, and the taste of the sauce is exquisite. "It's really good, isn't it?" I look at Wolfgang, who smiles at me. That smile is not threatening, not mocking, nor is it a subliminal smile, or a fake one. Wolfgang is smiling tenderly, and now I realize that he has dimples when he smiles. My heart beats so hard I fear he can hear it from where he is.

he was very happy and was smiling. He walked toward Elias and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You've made me proud." Elias froze slightly. Those words should have made him happy. He had always wanted his father's approval for so long, now that he finally had it, he didn't feel the happiness he wanted. Then he looked across the festival. Kael wasn't smiling . His expression was difficult to read, but Elias could see the discomfort in his eyes. he also saw Alaric watching them but he doesn't seem that happy too

“What? Not confident?” His smirk widened. “That your mate still remembers the way I used to fuck her silly?” Everything went silent. For one long second. Then Klaus smiled. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t friendly. It was the smile of a predator. “So what?” Klaus said softly, almost amused. “None of us are virgins.” Kevin blinked. Klaus let out a quiet laugh. “Oh,” he said darkly. “So the mask is off now.” He tilted his head. “The perfect gentleman.”

The smile on the face of Michael’s changed to a dark sneer; his eyes squinted in a frown showing that he was unhappy. The person he did not want to see stood there smiling at him. Looking at the openly dressed girl he coldly spoke, “What are you doing here??”

A handsome devil and he knew it but he was a survivor and I loved it and I hated it at the same time. “What? What’s funny?” He broke the spell; I didn’t know I was smiling in the first place. “Nothing” “Your lips…they are doing that thing they do when you are happy” “It’s called a smile, Flames. I didn’t realize it’s a crime to smile” “Never said it was, Mia” The Mia came out a bit exaggerated from his end. “You don’t want me to speak, you don’t want me to smile, what do you want me to do?”

Ara is howling in happiness. " Smiles," Sandler shouts softly, holding his breath. My lips break into a faint smile, and I can tell my cheeks are red. Zuriel doesn't smile at me, but something in his eyes sparkles for the first time. " Good job, Princess. Now, if only the groom-to-be would smile -" " Oh, don't force it, Sandler. My son never smiles. It might get weird if he did," Halsey giggles. Zuriel's face leans closer to mine. We are so close, and I can feel his breath on my face. I smile at that genuinely. " Perfect!"

Alpha Michael slowly turned his face back toward me, his expression unreadable. The silence that followed was heavy, pressing. And then—he smiled. A slow, eerie smirk that chilled my blood more than any threat.