Klaus Originals Novels & Stories

“There’s a man in the lobby from LMGK who wants to speak to you.” Klaus groaned and checked his Rolex watch. His very gaudy, very expensive Rolex watch. “Oh GOD… of course this happens to me right now… what’s his name?” he snarled. I uncovered the mouthpiece. “What’s his name, Stan?” “A Mr. Brooks. Mr. Connor Brooks.” “Connor Brooks,” I said to Klaus – who put on the snottiest expression imaginable, like one of the queen bitches from the old Lindsay Lohan movie Mean Girls.

Maxwell replies with a grin. The next hit shatters the door. The wood splinters and falls to the floor in chunks, revealing a tall, solid figure. Klaus. His presence floods the room with an oppressive energy that sucks the air from my lungs. His dark hair falls in unruly strands around a face that might’ve been beautiful—if not twisted in fury and superiority. "There you are," Klaus says, eyes locked on Shadow. His tone is almost amused, but his gaze burns with murderous intent. "Here I am," Shadow replies, stepping forward, placing himself right within the circle drawn on the floor.

Bright words flickered on a little screen, and suddenly, music blared through hidden speakers. And then Klaus serious, frightening, impossibly composed Klaus started singing. Not well, mind you. His voice was rich and surprisingly nice, but he deliberately twisted it into something absurd, over-exaggerating notes, trilling like a bird with hiccups. He held one hand dramatically to his chest, the other reaching toward the ceiling like some tragic opera star. I clapped a hand over my mouth, stifling the laugh bubbling up. “You look ridiculous!” “That’s the point,” he grinned between verses. Then he turned the microphone toward me. “Your turn.”

Pushing the door open, her eyes met with a large, well-equipped gym. Klaus was on a treadmill, sweat dripping down his exposed tattooed chest. He was only wearing shorts, and he looked impossibly hot with his wet hair clinging to his face. A white towel hung over his broad shoulder, and his perfectly sculpted body screamed perfection. Morticia froze, taking in every detail of the demigod before her. Did he grow more handsome every day? It felt as if she were seeing him for the first time. She stood there as minutes passed, unnoticed since he had his earbuds in and was listening to music.

Klaus was taken back a little by her outspokenness, still with his ever charming smile plastering on his lips. " Ah, my manners, She heard him say, smiling his way into her heart " my name is Klaus Sandoval." He held out his hand for Chloe to shake ,but the latter was so mesmerized by his captivating smile that she didn't notice the hand he stuck out for a shake. Damn ! How can a man possess such an alluring smile, ' shake it off Chloe! Shake it off '. She coughed a little to cover her embarrassed self. " So Mr Klaus Sand.. " The name stuck on her lips , she was so captivated by his enchanting smiles that she didn't heard him say his last name

So as I bend to pick it, my elbow makes slight contact with Duke’s feet then I feel Goosebumps on my skin… like I always do whenever I open the freezer at home. Just then someone opens the door. I almost jump out of my skin. I was almost at the point of death till he shows his face. “I know you” I said. “Yes you do. My name is Klaus and I can help you hide a body but first you have to do my bidding” he said as his eyes flashed with evil.

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.

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!

“I just wish to know what it is like to kiss her.” The smirk on his face became larger and it was obvious what he was trying to do. “How is that your business?” I asked. “I like her.” “You don’t threaten someone you like,” I retorted, my voice still managing to be calm. “And you don’t put someone you like in danger, Mr. Klaus.” I wore a frown instantly. He knows something. “Or should I say, Adonis Malcolm Klaus? A.K.A The Ruthless?” he continued and my fear became confirmed.

“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?’