Klaus Quotes Novels & Stories

Michael’s POV Colour drained from my face. “Why…why am I here?” Klaus didn’t respond. Instead, the smile on his face deepened. “I haven’t done anything to you,” I said, my voice shaking. Klaus looked at me lazily, taking a slow drag from the cigarette in his hand “You seem to have a short memory.” My mind raced. Could it be about Alice? Never. Klaus doesn’t care about her. “I did make an announcement at the gala,” he said. “If anyone disrespects her, they disrespect me.”

"Kairos isn't that person." "Maybe," Klaus said quietly from his chair, his voice taking on the quality of someone speaking a difficult truth. "But we can't say for certain until the truth comes out. And once it does, once everything is laid bare..." He trailed off, but the implication hung in the air between them.

"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.

It was my own "just the tip." By technicality, we were just talking. There was no contact involved. The dotted line whirled on my screen, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe and blink. Klaus: He was actually really good, that's why I stuck with him so long. Klaus: Gave GREAT head. My scowl passed over the bartender, picturing him going down on her. Suddenly, I didn't feel like beating the crap out of him; I wanted to slice him into three-inch pieces and feed him to zoo animals.

Sometimes I wonder if his head really contains a brain. “ You never think,Klaus. What's new about that?" I retort, rolling my eyes at him. " You know, If you think I am so useless, why don't you trail Luther yourself? Or better yet, why don't you find out his next move while you spread your legs for him to fuck you?” Klaus hisses, glaring at me. I glare back at him, my eyes sending a clear warning not to cross me.

I didn’t even realize he was right beside me until he spoke. "You okay?" "Do I look okay?" I snapped at him. "I understand you’re going through a lot of stress and pressure, Axel," Klaus said in a low tone which he often used whenever he wanted to give me a sermon. And he has definitely been giving me lots of sermons recently. "So?" I scoffed. "But you need to stop," he continued, just like I’d expected. "What needs to stop exactly?" I asked, stringing him along in his foolishness.

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.

“Nah I will never kill him!. It can’t happen! I would not! I'd rather die than do that” “Careful there before you wish gets fulfilled” He Chuckled. “Animal!” I yelled. He chuckled. “ I am 80% sure that you would do that after I am through with you” Klaus said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. I shuddered at whatever evil he had coming my way. “Bring it on”. I growled. He laughed harder. “You are cute to watch” he said. “I mean if you didn’t want to kill your lovey dovey boyfriend... Hmm what if I decided to harvest– he paused– do you have good kidneys”. He took the horrified state of my face as an answer and continued talking.

“I will not be you. A failure. I asked you to look after that crazy woman until she finished our business. If she could not, you would make sure to kill that bitch. And you did nothing.” “Sush child! The wall has ears. You should have your anger down to your feet or you would get yourself killed before any accomplishment,” Klaus mumbled and poured himself wine from a silver jug. His words didn't hold any power and rage. Just a few bunches of bland words could be called a song of a broken man. As he shot down his wine, he continued, “killing guards who were been with Gabriel for decades, not child's play. Even the promising assassin would get killed several times. The disappointment you get i

Vincent replied, and the room fell silent. They both burst into laughter. "The fuck did you just say?" Klaus said, his smile fading. "Shit, I'm in a bad mood, Vince. Let me savor it." "You said she's happy without you," Vincent pressed, his voice serious. "What if you're her happiness?" "I'm shit," Klaus sighed. "I hurt the people around me... I always do." "Life is just the way you see it," Vincent said. "You should let yourself be happy."