Klaus Novel Novels & Stories

But back to Pierre and his newfound insight into inheritance, would it be a way out? That's a lot of things to think about for someone who spends hours a day hungry. I can't think with my stomach, I have to be sensible. " Speaking alone? I jump back in fright. " Who is it? - I ask, instinctively touching my dagger under my dress. "It's okay, calm down, I don't want to hurt you. " So answer soon, who are you? " My name is Klaus. I live in the neighboring village of Lear. "How do I know if you're lying?

The more I tried to stifle it, the more I laughed out loud. "If you think this is the perfect time to laugh over something, I'm sure it's pretty much insignificant," Klaus says, turning his attention from the window towards me. "You're more ignorant than I thought you were." He finishes, his eyes holding mine, daring me to look away. "Of all the people roped into this gruesome case, I thought you would be the first to take mass murder more seriously than the others."

I tried my best not to even think of him during those months, and it felt like it was working. But seeing him now is bringing all of the memories back. Including the feelings that come with them. The shame, the guilt, and the betrayal all come back in a single swoop. I lower my head to hide my face, but before I can even do that, Klaus looks straight at me. “I’m Klaus Slater,” he introduces himself in a calm, collected tone. “I will be your professor from now on. I take it that you just started to discuss the works of Charlotte Bronte?”

Klaus was a good ruler, he usually left me free to do what I wanted, as long as I kept my part of the border safe, didn't get in the way of politics in general and left the big packs alone. That's why many feared me and tried to stay as far away from my clutches as possible. After all, anyone who crossed my path didn't have a happy ending, but one full of pain and suffering. In fact, one of my favorite shows was to put my enemies in a mansion full of traps and give them the hope that if they got out of there they could have freedom... But well, there's no such thing as freedom in my vocabulary, only strength prevails and also fear, because I'm addicted to the smell that fear brings to beings

“From his tone, it’s something big. He must’ve found who the fuck placed a bug in my computer.” “What are you going to do?” Klaus leans against the French door frame, eyes trained on the towering buildings within sight reach. “I’m going to make sure he knows never to fuck me up again.” “You’ll let the mole live?” I asked, heaving a breath, proud and finally done with making the bed. “Nah,” he walked back to the lounge and stuck half way burnt stick on the ashtray. “He can use the lesson he’ll learn from me on the other side,” he stated. His voice was icy, void of any emotion.

Forehead creased into a frown, Klauss looked down at the kid with contempt. "No, if it's for humanity." Klaus remarked. His pair of eyes gradually turned red as he tried to stop his hand that was about to touch Narco's neck. He wanted to slit Narco's throat so badly even though he was aware of what Mort would do if he did. Nails elongated sharply, its edge almost reaching the boy's neck. Narco remained unbothered as his gaze was on the far distance and just let Klauss do what he intended to do. When Klauss nail sunk a little into Narco's skin causing it to bleed, the butler calmed down. And he has vanished into the thin air.

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

He has to want me, Right? **** Third Person's POV Noah reaches over and gently shakes Claudius, waking him up. Claudius rubbed his eyes as he sat up and looked at Noah. Noah smiled then took his hand and squeezed it while nudging his head toward the front of the car. Claudius's eyes snapped forward and he watched as a pack house came into view. Claudius feels the excitement building in him. His body almost trembles knowing he's about to meet his mate. He can't help but wonder what he looks like.

I mirrored his excitement and bumped my fist against his, a wide smile spreading across my face. "Good to see you too, Klaus," I said warmly. "I like your new glasses, by the way," I added, pointing to the stylish frames perched on his nose. He chuckled, adjusting the glasses as he sat down opposite me. "It's impressive that you noticed, so thanks," Klaus said, gesturing towards Klaus while wearing a playful smile. "Anyway, Clark's a bit grumpy today, so we'll take our leave first. See you later, guys," Klaus added, waving his hand as he began to tug at Clark's sleeve, urging him to leave.

I had initially felt like the Blood Moon Pack was an isolated cage but the ambience of the people here proved otherwise. “Would you like to buy something?” Klaus said. Why did he always have to say something? It was hard enough to ignore him while he was silent but when he opened his mouth, his voice was something I couldn’t ignore. “Ermmm…no” I was starting to think he was bipolar. Nice one minute, cruel the next.