Klaus Originals Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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?’

His words just now sounded genuine, but his reaction afterwards had me doubting myself. "Maeve is still my lover, if you won't let me touch you, then I'll seek pleasure elsewhere. After all, I am the Alpha." Klaus said with no iota of remorse in his tone. He was a completely different person from who he was a moment ago, and the switch in personalities made me question a lot of things about him. Which of them was really the real Klaus? The cold Klaus, or the seemingly clumsy and cheery Klaus? It was odd, but I suddenly wanted to know him a little bit.

“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.

Author pov “Klaus, your time is over!” My deep, resonant voice reverberated through the space as he stood at the entrance, gripping his weapon—a red-robed axe—with white-knuckled intensity, his gaze locked on Klaus. Lexi and Markus had to step aside, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. "Wow! It's been ages. Mr. Jed Bartlet!" Klaus exclaimed, stroking his hair as he approached the old man. Without missing a beat, he turned to Lexi and laughed. "Scared, are we?"

The best bet was to go Maximo, but the cursed bastard doesn’t take kindly to losers. We were just about to go over the pack borders when I saw them. It was a blur at first, and I had to double back to make sure I was not dreaming. I instantly morphed back into a human so I could sneak up on them. Kyle and the others did the same. “That’s Klaus,” Kyle whispered, “this is a golden opportunity. He’s alone and vulnerable.” Klaus was hunched to the ground, his frame covering another human figure on the ground. “Alpha?” Kyle pressed.

Lea said as I sighed. “I never knew the day Charlie will be a lovesick puppy would ever come.” Klaus said as I glared at him and he sipped his drink from the straw as he averted his eyes. “Let’s face fact, it hasn’t been twenty four hours and a probably more than five thousand years old hag is sulking over a dog. Best Parody Oscar of the year.” Klaus said as Lea spilled water on his pants. “Oops, my hands must have slipped.” Lea grunted as Klaus stood up.

he drawled, leaning forward with his elbows on the table, “aren’t you full of surprises, Clara?” I raised an eyebrow, keeping my posture relaxed, even though every instinct in me screamed be ready to fight. “Surprises?” I said innocently, twirling a strand of hair. “I’m just a girl trying to enjoy breakfast with two dangerously good-looking men. What’s surprising about that?” Kai snorted beside me. I didn’t even look at him. My eyes stayed locked on Klaus. He grinned. “Most girls wouldn’t dare talk to me like that. You either have guts…” —he paused, his smile turning predatory— “…or a death wish.”

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?”

How I wished for my parents to be part of this day and to see their happiness. “Ready?” Startled, I gasped loudly for air as I saw Klaus standing in front of me with a smile on his face. He had one hand in his pocket and held a red rose in his other. He wore this especially tailored black tux that failed to hide his muscular body and only showed how sexy he could be. He had his hair back and his beard trimmed. He stepped towards me but I just stood up and turned my back to him to hide my tears saying: “Yes”