Klaus X Jesper Novels & Stories

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?"

Xerxes nodded at her, smiling slightly once more as he gave her his permission. "Alright. We will support you." Alesteria's smile widened at this as she felt giddy suddenly, her eyes twinkling in delight. 'Then, I guess I shouldn't hold back.' "Klaus!" At Alesteria's call, Klaus came out of nowhere and bowed towards Alesteria. The men present in the room, excluding Xerxes, were surprised at his sudden appearance as they stared at him in surprise. Klaus didn't care about their stares and just focused on the grinning Alesteria.

Leo froze, his heart hammering against his ribs. His ass was still high in the air, the fat head of Arthur's cock pressed firmly against his slick, trembling hole. He turned his head slightly to see who had come out onto the sun deck. It was Klaus, the yacht's captain. Klaus was a tall, stern German man in his late thirties, wearing his crisp white uniform. He stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide as he took in the scene on the lounge pad. His billionaire boss, completely naked and slick with sweat, mounting a naked boy in the bright Mediterranean sun.

Chelsea kept pausing to dramatically mimic Klaus’s lines, and Fab booed every time Elijah made a noble sacrifice. “I swear, if he says ‘for family’ one more time…” Fab muttered. “And yet you’ll still cry,” I teased. “Shut up,” she sniffled, wiping her eyes. “I’m Team Elijah, okay? The man wears suits while battling werewolves and still manages to sound like a poetry professor. Respect.” Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Elijah is too self righteous. Klaus is where the drama’s at. He’s chaotic, dangerous, emotionally unstable…” “You just described your dream guy,” I said, laughing.

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.

I needed an ally—someone who shared my anger and desire for justice. And I knew exactly who could help me. Klaus, Sebastian's trusted friend and advisor, was not as loyal as he appeared. Behind his calm demeanor, I discovered a hidden ambition that matched my own desire for revenge. Klaus thought he was clever, quietly pulling the strings behind the scenes while Sebastian enjoyed his power. I saw the truth in his eyes and realized that his secret plans could be used to my advantage.

Klaus said as he moved closer to the wolf-eagle on the rock. Wearing only a long-sleeve shirt and black pants, with his cloak draped over me, he stood tall against the wind and snow. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his long, powerful arms. His tone was dismissive. “Let’s see if you’re any better than the last one.” With a swift motion, he drew the broken staff and wielded it like a sword, striking at the wolf-eagle. “Grrr~~~!” The wolf-eagle screeched, its fangs bared. Its massive wings flapped, sending snow swirling, as it took flight.

He asked, and still smiling, “I denied it; it's true that I don't look that age.” "We're the same age, Klaus" said an elated Sven. "Really? What month are you from?" I asked. "I'm from the 30th of December." Sven answered with a smile. "October 13th. But don't call me , just plain Klaus, okay?" "I think so," said Sven. "Did you just meet each other too?" Kane asked us. "Yes, Klaus saved me from being buried to death by those little boxes of marshmallows." looked at him in disbelief at Sven's words.

Jasper said as he seated upright " Okay KAI! The director said as he stood up again "Then you first, but please be seated" Jasper said anxiously " Yes I will" the director reply taking a seat " Okay. Let's start" Jasper ordered "My name is Bruce Willis, am the director of all the members of the keepers clan, am a keeper warrior too and also a close friend to the former KAI!" Bruce reply in a polite manner " Wow! The keepers director! Cool. That's great, you are really a great person!" Jasper appreciated Bruce

Jenson had made it very clear that he blames Dane for Jess’s death and that wasn’t going to change. Klaus returns to reading his books, unphased that I was still sitting here, watching him. He was like that. Company or no company, he was content. I didn’t know how he did it. “Do you think you will ever find your mate?” I prod, trying to start a conversation with him “Huh?” He doesn’t even register what I say. I repeat my question and he shrugs his shoulders. “Who knows?” “Do you not wonder, if they are out there, wondering where you are?”