Novel & Cerita Klaus Mikaelson X Reader

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.

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

The names of the Readers were turning into a solid, glowing "Ink Black." One of the "Readers" from the ship—a man in a modern black hoodie—jumped from the prow and landed in the courtyard. He didn't have gold eyes, and he didn't have silver eyes. He had eyes of "Pure Ink." He looked at Kaelen, and a cold, mercury-smile touched his lips. "The 'First Sentence' is beautiful, Genesis," the man said, his voice sounding like a thousand pages turning at once. "But did you forget the 'Disclaimer'? The 'Reader' doesn't just watch. Sometimes, the 'Reader' wants to be the 'Villain'."

‎Hours pass. ‎I don’t eat. ‎Don’t move. ‎Just think. ‎About Caleb. ‎About Elias. ‎About how they must be losing their minds right now. ‎About how Mikhail thinks this is love. ‎It’s not. ‎It’s obsession. ‎Pure. ‎Dark. ‎Terrifying. ‎And I’m drowning in it. ‎The front door slams sometime later. ‎Footsteps. ‎Heavy. ‎Mikhail. ‎He’s home. ‎ ‎Mikhail’s POV

I can hear the pain in Mila’s voice, and it crashes me back down to earth, Chris understands, he plays it off for me, thank god for Chris. It pained me to do so, but I left Mila with Chris, I knew the others would be arriving soon and I thought perhaps a cold shower will help me chill the fuck out, I was right – for a minute, but how everything changed as soon as I heard that familiar voice, like an angel. And her smell, it invaded the my whole room, let alone the bathroom, the shower gel no longer the strongest scent in the room, it was her. She smelt incredible, like honey and vanilla, she walked in and froze to the spot, this was unlike her, she always barged in on me, she would just ramb

' 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.

My nipples tightened against the cool air, sensors taped directly over them, more wires trailing down my stomach to the slick heat between my spread thighs. This isn’t happening. This can’t be real. “Stay with me, Resonator.” The voice rolled over me like gravel wrapped in smoke. Kael. He stood between my shaking legs, tall and broad, his presence sucking all the air from the room. His amber eyes burned as they dragged slowly over my naked body. Battle scars marked his chest where his shirt hung open. He looked like a man who had already survived hell and was ready to drag me down with him. I tried to speak but my throat was dry. “Don’t… please.”