Klaus Novel Novels & Stories

"More like someone who had learned that alone wasn't the only option even if it had been the habit." He was quiet. "Viktor noticed too," I said. "He told me after the interview. He said Klaus holds things carefully but not secretly. Like he knows they're valuable but he's not afraid someone will take them." Klaus was very still. "He said that," he said. "He has a specific vocabulary for these things," I said. "He's been developing it his whole life." "From the air," Klaus said. "From the air," I confirmed.

So much for keeping away from him. Clara was removing her blazer when she got hugged from behind. Her arms were trapped, and she couldn’t fight back. Her heart raced, and panic began to set in. She was thinking of a way to get out when the person behind her spoke. ‘So you think my assistant is handsome, huh? What am I, toast?’ Sebastian asks as he kisses her neck, ‘I should punish you right now for flirting with another guy in front of me.’ He said, grinding his hips against hers.

And then he had stepped back into his steel shell, calling it a mistake and retreating behind Miss Mandell. I pulled my heavy knit cardigan tight around my ribs, unlocked my bedroom door, and stepped into the living room. Klaus was standing by the central tactical map laid out across the wooden dining table. He had stripped off his heavy coat, wearing only his fitted black tactical shirt and shoulder holster. He looked entirely rested, a terrifying feat considering he hadn't slept in over eighty hours. His dark hair was combed back, his jaw freshly shaved, his posture as sharp and imposing as ever.

“There are wounds that never show on the body that is deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds”—Laurell K Hamilton, Mistrial’s Kiss Chaos’s P.O.V I lay in bed conscious to everything around me yet not so conscious. I was in a half comatose state and I could feel myself changing. Even I, am afraid of what the end result might be. It was a battle of wills that I lost the moment I found out that my mate was cheating on me.

She murmured whilst Jaxson played a quick game of candy crush on his phone. "Listen, when you go and meet Mr Verrono inside just don't stare at him." Klaus said leaning on his neat side of the table. "Why would I stare at him Matrix?" She asked getting back to see the fishes. Jaxson chuckled finding her funny. It was no doubt that Klaus dressed like a matrix character, especially with those dark shades on. Klaus scoffed at her remark. The betas now stood beside her, catching a whiff of her scent. J: She smells odd?

It was a beautiful, expensive cage. Klaus was standing by a long kitchen island, pouring water into a glass. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his sleeves were rolled up. He looked at me, and for a second, I saw a flash of something in his eyes, but it was gone before I could name it. "You’re late," he said. "The traffic was bad," I replied, staying near the elevator. "And I had to wait for the doctor to give me an update."

“I’m lying somewhere, scared out of my mind, and this is all just some cruel illusion.” “If only,” he said, his voice tinged with something I couldn’t place—hope, maybe, or resignation. A heavy silence fell between us, broken only by the soft drip of unseen moisture. “I’m Klaus,” he said at last, his voice almost gentle. “Klaus Króna. Second prince of Króna, the werewolf territory of Parlem.” I froze, my breath catching in my throat. ‘A prince? How does a prince end up in a place like this?’

An upper-class woman holding a baby next to Klaus went down immediately with the support of the nurse. Klaus asked for the address and hung up the phone straight after. He picked up the Maotai on the table, it was empty! Crash! Suddenly, the wine bottle was slammed onto the ground. Klaus shrugged off the mink velvet coat on his body, revealing his strong figure, all tattooed. There was a blue dragon! To speak of this Klaus Harris, he had been muddling around, fighting, and killing since his childhood. He had witnessed all kinds of scenes!

It material was made from pure gold, glittering and commmading attention. It was a Casino. Klaus turned towards me. “Welcome to my world.” With an unmatchable grace, he stepped out of the car. He held my hand, gently pulling me out of the car. Whispers flew around, curiosity dancing in their eyes. “Boss has a woman now?” “I thought he was gay.” “She’s probably his distant relative.” But the whispers died as Klaus got closer. The security guards that stood stiffly at the entrance, opened the glass door with trembling hands, not daring to look into his eyes.

Seeing them still frozen in place, I thought maybe it didn’t suit their taste, so I held out the half-cooked piece in my hand. "Want it cooked instead?" The three of them flinched violently. "N-No…" Zephyr Noct, the blind priest, suddenly dropped to one knee, his voice dry. "You are the noble Alpha Female. This prey is your trophy. By the rules, we must wait until you have finished eating completely before we are allowed to take what remains." I frowned. "What kind of bullshit rule is that?" Without hesitation, I tossed the meat straight into their arms. They scrambled to catch it, then froze again, unsure what to do.