Klaus Stefan Novels & Stories

It was like trying to pull a tree out of the mountain core. "My turn," Klaus’s voice finally broke the silence—a low, deep, terrifying rumble that didn't sound human at all. It was the voice of a king who had spent ten years carving an empire out of the dark. Klaus tightened his grip on the axe shaft, his immense strength flexing as he yanked the weapon forward, ripping Alpha Vance off his feet. With his right hand, Klaus swung his massive black-steel broadsword in a brutal, upward arc.

“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.

I should consider myself lucky it lasted this long. “Didn’t it ever cross your mind that I just don’t want to see your face?” Klaus looked thoughtful for a moment; he even frowned, thinking deeply. “No,” he shook his head. “I mean, come on. Just look at me,” he gestured with his forefinger over his face and body. “I’m Klaus Martinelli,” he announced, chest puffing out as if that explained everything. I made a gagging sound. Klaus pulled out the cooked bacon and hash brown from the skillets.

K raised her brows and bit her lip enticingly. "Sarcasm?" He smiled and asked, beguiled. It was so incredibly hard for him to decipher everything about her. She sipped from her cup again and just shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you're quoting the brilliant but twisted Nietzsche, whom by the way died of syphilis," he muttered, snickering. "But then just moments ago, you seemed perturbed by the fact that I have been sleeping around and using Clix way too much," he quoted her, and admitting the truth at the same time. There's no point in denying it, anyway. If K really had access to the Clix database, then she already knew that he hasn't hooked-up with anyone since the night they met. If anythin