Klaus X Jesper Novels & Stories

’ Lucas said ‘Was he a Nazi? Miller turned back. ‘On the outside, yes he was. Inside? I know that he wasn’t. He had a heart and a conscience. He had decency and civility, aspects that were barren in those vile monsters. He was a good man who did questionable things. The guilt claimed Klaus later.’ ‘What did you say his name was?’ Elmo asked, his tongue tripping over his words. ‘Klaus,’ Miller said grabbing the green bottle by the scuff of the neck. ‘Klaus Hessel.’

But back to Pierre and his newfound insight into inheritance, would it be a way out? That's a lot of things to think about for someone who spends hours a day hungry. I can't think with my stomach, I have to be sensible. " Speaking alone? I jump back in fright. " Who is it? - I ask, instinctively touching my dagger under my dress. "It's okay, calm down, I don't want to hurt you. " So answer soon, who are you? " My name is Klaus. I live in the neighboring village of Lear. "How do I know if you're lying?

“I’m lying somewhere, scared out of my mind, and this is all just some cruel illusion.” “If only,” he said, his voice tinged with something I couldn’t place—hope, maybe, or resignation. A heavy silence fell between us, broken only by the soft drip of unseen moisture. “I’m Klaus,” he said at last, his voice almost gentle. “Klaus Króna. Second prince of Króna, the werewolf territory of Parlem.” I froze, my breath catching in my throat. ‘A prince? How does a prince end up in a place like this?’

God, a wet undie was such a discomfort… In the end, it was Judd who took the seat. “Jesus H. Christ, Javier Kersey! I can’t wait to see you crash and burn from all this posturing. It’s going to be spectacular to see someone with such an inflated pair trip. I’ll tell you what. If you even have the funds to buy that Cullinan, I’ll lick your boots! F*ck, I could call you a clown, and it’d still be an understatement!”

“I wish you had not married that Russian bitch!” “Mother!” Klaus spoke in a warning tone. “Don't ever call my wife names.” Jessica’s eyes flashed at her son's disrespectful tone. “or what, Klaus?” Klaus raised his finger and pointed it at her. “Or I won't be responsible for my actions, Mother. Sila is my wife and you must give her the respect she deserves.” Jessica gritted her jaws. “She could be your wife but never my daughter-in-law. Never! Lauren is the only one, I…”

He was a powerful wolf, I could smell it from here. "Jonas." The voice booms around the house. Cold. Calculating. Sinister. He was a dangerous man and not one to be messed with and it was evident in his voice. "You know why I'm here. Only one thing could have brought me this low." "Will you answer my question or do you want me to throw you out of my house? You've got limited time here, Klaus." "You have always been impatient and hot-headed, even as a child." The wheels in my head were spinning, Klaus was talking to Jonas like they had grown up together. Judging from the way they communicated, they were either friends or family, perhaps?

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

“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?”

“I just wish to know what it is like to kiss her.” The smirk on his face became larger and it was obvious what he was trying to do. “How is that your business?” I asked. “I like her.” “You don’t threaten someone you like,” I retorted, my voice still managing to be calm. “And you don’t put someone you like in danger, Mr. Klaus.” I wore a frown instantly. He knows something. “Or should I say, Adonis Malcolm Klaus? A.K.A The Ruthless?” he continued and my fear became confirmed.

I could think of a thousand things I'd rather do than be sitting with people like Klaus, Hagil, Askari, and Yahid. "You killed Xavier Genovese and sent his body parts around, then you took over his territory" Klaus started grimly. He was always the first to speak at this type of meeting and most of the time I fantasized about carving the skin off his face. I wanted to see the skull beneath all that wrinkly ugly skin... It might even be the perfect look for him. "Xavier had connections. You do not know how many feathers you have ruffled just by killing him... We have rules"