Klaus Tvd Novels & Stories

The more I tried to stifle it, the more I laughed out loud. "If you think this is the perfect time to laugh over something, I'm sure it's pretty much insignificant," Klaus says, turning his attention from the window towards me. "You're more ignorant than I thought you were." He finishes, his eyes holding mine, daring me to look away. "Of all the people roped into this gruesome case, I thought you would be the first to take mass murder more seriously than the others."

I wasn’t talking like Ophelia, his docile daughter, which surprised both him and Elise. “You are talking to me in such a manner???” He pointed at himself, a low, menacing chuckle tearing from his lips. “Did you know Klaus had other wives whom he had maltreated and that he bore children too?” The look of shock scattered across his face. “Wh…what do you mean?” “I mean what I said. Answer me, Theodore Laurent!” I yelled, my anger speaking through me. “How dare you?” “How dare you too?” I shot back, becoming a bull with fumes metaphorically coming out of my nose and ears.

Switching off the TV, she wondered if Klaus was around. Wearing her pink hoodie, she headed toward the fourth building across the street. The familiar security man greeted her and let her in. "Is Klaus home?" "Yes, he is," he replied politely. The house was simple, yet luxurious and comfortable. It had a swimming pool, a small hut for drinking, and a garden. It was beautiful in full light. Morticia knocked lightly on the door. "Come in," Klaus’s nasal voice called from inside. He was playing a video game, shirtless, with a headset on and his hair messy. The ring on his lip was tucked between his teeth as he focused on the screen.

Klaus. Aaron. Ugo. Tae-jun. And Tina. They didn’t slow down. Didn’t hesitate. They came straight for us. And Klaus— Klaus didn’t look like himself. His eyes were glowing gold, bright and dangerous. His whole body was tense, like something wild was barely being held back. Even the air around him felt heavy, charged with anger. For a second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. You could feel it. His rage. Raw.

His PA's shock elevated at his chuckle — was this his Master or some kind of clone? “I… I don't mean it's bad, Master! Remarkably, you're smiling so freely. Te-” “Miss Tessa. Rather, Mrs. Tessa.” Stop with the informal addresses. Like a switch being played by a kid, Doreen's voice went from cherry to icy cold in the next instant. Those almond eyes of his narrowed into a cold glare, and Klaus gulped down emptiness. “Un-understood, Master!” Here are the files. Klaus shakily dropped them, then walked out of there speedily.

Vladimir couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his eyes. Head angling to the side, wearing a blank facial expression, Mort had no desire to answer him. As much as possible, he did not want to waste saliva on this filthy little skunk. "What makes you think Boss will give that?" Klauss asked, laughing half-heartedly. His voice shaking with anger from the nasty dirt attaching him. He feels like he is the dirtiest person in the world, dirtier than a greasy person, and has more germs than a sewer. His blood boils in rage and the feeling of revulsion badly wants him to go on killing this time.

It was quiet unexpected and Klaus' mouth hung open. "You classless dog, how dare you lay your hands on me?" Klaus queried "You will have a lot more than just my hands on you if you don't watch your mouth" Lowell said as he spat on the ground. Klaus growled once more but it wasn't even a fierce sound. He had lost most of his strength already. "Klaus," Volk said, "This is your last chance. Why did you keep Rudina with your pack all this time?" Klaus looked at him squarely and replied

I looked around at my second home and felt a sense of comfort. "What kind of problem could we possibly have?" I asked as I took a seat across from him. There was no dripping in this room it was just dark. I made sure if it. "Someone is watching us and they plan on taking your virginity and magic." Klaus stated. That had me chuckling. When he didn't laugh I just paused for a second because it seemed he was serious. He seemed tense and that usually wasn't who he was. What was going on in his mind.

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

Klaus's disheveled arrival, the visible hickey, the constant phone checking, my eventual breakdown in his office. Wednesday listened without interrupting, her expression growing progressively more outraged. When I finished, she drained her wine glass and immediately refilled it. "Okay. First of all, Klaus Thorne is an inconsiderate bastard. Coming to work with a visible hickey? Checking his phone constantly during meetings? That's not just unprofessional, it's deliberately obtuse." "He probably didn't realize—"