Klaus X Jesper Mga Nobela at Kwento

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?”

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

Silvia said. Rasmus didn't need to hear anything else. If possible he wants to kill Jasper all over again. Why does this have to happen to her? He gave a soft kiss on her lips. He knows he should be out there trying to help Hunter and Luca in killing Alonso after making sure that Cath was saved but he just couldn't leave her sight.

"I'm sure you don't want to create any scene at your Boss's party." I looked around for Jacob but couldn't find him anywhere. "Come with me!" "Leave her hand!" I immediately heard a very cold and rude voice out of nowhere. Mr. Macroni looked shocked when his eyes landed on the owner of that rude voice, and I took that chance to take my hand away from his. Turning around, my gaze fell on the owner of the voice, and I skipped a beat of my heart. Klaus Martinez was looking drop-dead gorgeous in his Black color three-piece suit, paired with a white shirt. His hairs were perfectly gelled, just like HIM.

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"

If I looked anything like what Stanley looked like at that moment, we were both about to poop bricks. “I don’t like your tone,” Klaus snapped. “Yeah? Well I don’t like your attitude. Dave basically – oh, that’s right, that’s Mr. Westerholtz to you.” I was covering my mouth with both hands by now. Stanley was shaking his head slowly in that Roy Scheider in Jaws, glassy-eyed ‘You’re gonna need a bigger boat’ kind of way. Connor looked like he was having the time of his life. “Anyway, Dave basically said that when I say ‘Jump,’ you ask, ‘How high.’ And you’re not asking ‘how high’ yet, Klaus.”

As the God teleported to the table Luther's eyes widened as he felt the power coming off of him. The white haired guys eyes changed to purple instantly. "I know alot about her but You can call me Klaus by the way." Klaus stated as he sat down making himself comfortable. "I could help you out you know. I have an offer you may like." Klaus stated having Luther look at him funny. "You can give me Mazaya back?" Luther asked. He knew Mazaya was his ticket to the ultimate power. Klaus shook his head already knowing that was something Luther wanted. He was obsessed with Mazaya.

“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.