Klaus Tvd Novels & Stories

“I know who I saw.” Jimmie’s hand went to his mouth, his eyes wide. “Oh my God…” His whisper echoed louder than a shout. From the other side of the chamber, Klaus’ voice cut through, annoyingly casual. “Uhhm… can I take a look? Just to confirm?” Franco gave me a questioning glance. I gave a stiff nod, and he walked the tablet over to Klaus’ cell. Klaus leaned in, squinting at the screen. “Ohhh yes. That’s him. The man with the white beard, dark shades, and, honestly, a tragic sense of fashion. But—” He looked up, baffled. “Why’s everybody so shocked?”

But right now since my hormones are in charge of thinking and not my mind, all I can do is lie. And I repeat, I do not want to do anything embarrassing. "Alright then, keep these for me" he hands over his shirt and leather jacket . I take them to my room and guess what I do, I perceive the smell of the rich perfume on his jacket and when I decide that I'm never getting enough, I put on the jacket and keep the white T-shirt in my wardrobe. Klaus smells just like heaven!. ************************************ By seven pm, Klaus and are cuddled up on a couch in the living room watching comedy videos on Netflix. It was a tug of war deciding what to watch earlier but we finally settled on comedy a

It was Klaus. He stood in the darkness, trembling with uncontrolled anger, looking like he was ready to kill.

Klaus said as he pulled up a video. I sat back for 2 hours and listened to the video. Dozens of tier one Gods were making plans and searching for her. At least Klaus wasn't lying about that. So much incriminating evidence that I couldn't use unless I wanted to go about things the wrong way. All I could do is store it and prepare.

“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.

FLINN I was holding my third bottle of whiskey after Klaus had left when my door burst open, followed by Pete's spine-tingling baritone shouting, "Timber!" Unperturbed, I kept my glassy eyes glued to the TV. I had no idea what the fuck I was watching—I knew only that Klaus always watched that when she had her space downstairs. A bunch of horribly underage and over-fuckable doctors in a TV show. I couldn't remember what season I was in, but I was eighty-three percent certain that all of the cast members were dead already in the most unlikely way possible humanly, and whoever hadn't died had left. I was finally getting to the root of Klaus's trust issues. "Is that…puke next to you?"