Novel & Cerita Klaus Mikaelson X Reader

was the soft reply. She waited till Mikel came out freshly showered and dressed in Dominic’s old Harvard t-shirt and a pair of his goofy socks. “You really were falling for him huh,” Kelsey asked with a smile. Mikel stroked the heads of her two companions and returned the smile. “I think we both were falling for each other over the years and was confusing it with lust and our friendship. I remember one night the lovemaking was much more intense, and electrifying. The look in his eyes was different I knew he saw the same in mine too. He called me Mikel. Not Mikky. We were going to make it,” she said burying her face in Roman’s fur.

Klaus did not like to admit it, but he was starting to enjoy their little cat and mouse game much more than he was supposed to. She’d asked for space, and even the little times he’d violated that one rule, well it was going to be different now. A smirk etched on his lips, he suddenly recalled the sounds he had heard from her room this afternoon. He had been seated in his library, a stone throw away from her room, reading some of his old journals when his demonic attribute of hearing had picked up the sounds of her moaning continuously. He had smiled to himself when he heard her scream his name to her at the top of her voice, and damn it but he just couldn't wait to hear those sounds from her

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE MALAKAI * * Trigger Warning: This scene involves themes of homophobia, abuse, and brainwashing. Reader discretion is advised. This is pure fiction and does not depict the actions of any religious group. It's white everywhere. My head is hurting. My foggy brain can't even think of why I'm here. The only thing I feel is terror when I realize I am strapped to the bed. Is this a clinic? But... Why?

he said rambling on about mafia politics once more and I could care less, I was tired and wanted some rest. “Sophia would get you brunch , you need some rest too”, he said and for a second I thought he was the sweetest soul there is until I remembered that stupid smirk he wore a few minutes ago. I walked up to him and did the most stupid thing and if I was beheaded and fed to pigs, I wouldn't mind. I kissed off that filthy smirk. I half expected him to push me away and punish me, but instead he kissed me back. I tugged at his tie wondering why he was always so formal like Elijah Mikaelson . He tugged at his tie loosening the pressure on his neck, as he pushed me to the wall, I caressed his

I break off, flushing with heat. His eyes darken. "Sex scene?" My throat tightens, making it impossible to swallow. "I was going to say it." He leans back, resting his hands behind his head. "I suppose your right, but don't you ever read it and want them to just get to it already, that it's obvious they want each other." "Didn't know you read romance." My accusatory tone makes him smile. The thought of Hale laying in his bed with this particular book open, reading through the graphic scene makes my toes curl.

he added. "Yes," she replied, trailing her index finger over his chest. "He's very handsome and kisses very, very well," she emphasized, unexpectedly taking the dark-haired one's lips, sucking on his lower lip slowly. She smiled with satisfaction upon hearing the stifled moan caused by her action. The brunette bit her own lips afterward, teasing him. "Is it just me, or are your pupils larger than they were a while ago, Mikaelson?" she asked, teasingly, a while later.

' I asked the patroller as I hit the whip on the ground, making Alexa shriek, and I saw Aeon jolted from his position, trying to sit. "I, Young Alpha Aeon Mikaelson, reject you, Alexa Castello…" A smile tugged on my mouth as he began his rejection. At the same time, the answer to my question came. 'Alpha Aurelius and Alpha Audrus from the North.'

Until the end of my school year, I will live in this house, knowing that I will never look back once I am out. Satisfied with the changes, I grab my Cleopatra and Marc Anthony book and head out to my swing. I’m lying stretched out into a relaxed pose and reading my book when a shadow falls over me. Startled, I blink my eyes and look. Standing before me is Mikhail Cross. He looks so gorgeous, with the light of the sun haloing his features. His dark hair gleams like velvet, and his golden skin glows like honey. Sliding up from my perch, I close the book and face him. “Hey,” I whisper calmly, even though my heart feels like it’s about to burst from my chest.

He opened a cupboard, took out a kettle, and filled it with water. I blinked. Rai Mikailov was making tea. He caught my expression without turning around. “You look shocked.” I reached for my paper and wrote. “You don’t look like someone who makes tea.” He read it when I held it up and let out a short laugh. The sound, rich and warm. “And what do I look like?” I wrote again. “Someone who poisons it.” This time he laughed properly. Deep and brief.. Again. It changed his face, he looked normal, human like a typical.. Boyfriend …I hated noticing that too.

I should have done something after what she did to Alexia, but delivering the woman to another clan would have finished Alexia, so I pretend it’s Cael who wants her near, and that I only agreed. — Why isn’t she here yet? — I ask Zara, but she doesn’t have time to answer. With the club empty, that asshole priest’s smell reaches me fast, and my gaze meets his in the doorway. But… wait. He’s with someone, and the other scent hits my nostrils like a bad aftertaste. A Sentinel, AB-? What a waste of food. I raise an eyebrow as Draven and the kid approach, curious — the color has drained from Zara’s face and that shit feels wrong.