Klaus Originals Novels & Stories

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

Elliot grumbles and a frown slips on Roy’s face. Who the hell was Klaus?

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!

She couldn't handle being forced to become part of a crime family. Klaus's voice boomed out again. "You two are so fucking cute together it gives me cavities. Come, let's have some fun and not be so serious." He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a small silver box. He opened the box, revealing a small bag of white powder.

“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?’

“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.

Alex said, pushing the door open. We followed him into the resting room. I gasped at what I saw. Klaus was sitting in an armchair with a wine glass in his hand. He looked up at us, a bored smile on his face. He didn’t seem surprised or alarmed by our intrusion. He acted as if he had been expecting us. “Good to see you all have arrived in good shape,” he said, his voice mocking. “I’ve been expecting you for two days now.” “You fucking traitor! You sold us out to him!” Adam yelled at Alex, his voice accusing.