Klaus Stefan Novelas e Histórias

“Or his wife does.” Stefan’s wife, Luisa, was taller than her husband, willowy where he was squat. Her English was not as strong as Stefan’s, and after a few minutes of conversation in English, she floated off to speak with her daughter Klara. Olivier couldn’t avoid the group of young girls who had started giggling the moment he’d stepped onto the terrace. Stefan had brought Klara forward to be introduced, but she was so shy that she’d quickly returned to her friends.

Something about his laughter irritates me, “today will be the last day for your laughter.” Tanner’s POV We have waited for close to one hour. I was getting restless, but the reassuring calmness on the boss’s face gave me strength to continue waiting. There is something mysterious about Smith. “How can somebody about to kill people be so calm?” I thought. Sometimes, it scares the hell out of me. I feel that maybe he has a dual personality. I was going to say something but he signaled me to keep quiet by placing his finger on his mouth. Mr Stewart was the first to walk in, we quickly knocked him out cold, same with the lady with them.

She exchanged a wary glance with Zoe, who nodded imperceptibly, her eyes scanning the chaos for any sign of treachery. Without hesitation, Ulrich and Zoe charged towards the suspicious scent, their paws pounding the earth in unison. They burst through the underbrush, confronting a shocking sight: one of their own pack members, a young werewolf named Akira, stood frozen, a look of guilt etched on his face. Akira's eyes darted towards Ryker's pack, then back to Ulrich and Zoe, his expression betraying his betrayal. Ulrich's heart raced with anger and disappointment, her mind reeling with the implications.

It was a beautiful, expensive cage. Klaus was standing by a long kitchen island, pouring water into a glass. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his sleeves were rolled up. He looked at me, and for a second, I saw a flash of something in his eyes, but it was gone before I could name it. "You’re late," he said. "The traffic was bad," I replied, staying near the elevator. "And I had to wait for the doctor to give me an update."

Because every time I looked at Valerie, standing by my side, speaking to others with quiet confidence, pride burned in my chest. She was radiant. Every inch the Luna they envied and admired. And she was the woman that I was proud to call my wife knowing that everything she was doing, she was doing on her own. Ethan approached with a glass in hand and that half-smile that always tried to look friendly but never reached his eyes. His wife, Claudia, stood just behind him, polite, distant, her expression neutral. “Xavier,” he greeted, clasping my arm. “Good to see you. It’s been too long. The two of you rarely ever attend any of the events you’re called for. One would actually think that you are

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."

I nodded and bowed feeling so embarrassed. "I welcome you all to my Kingdom, I am pleased to have you all here," his slick yet raspy voice went deep inside me, emanating shivers on my back. He got a powerful aura around. I have heard this voice before. This same voice called me stupid before stealing my first kiss. "We are pleased to meet you, Alpha," my father said. "Your name is Killian, right?" Alexandro strides to my father. "Yes, I served your father," "Yes, I heard about you," Alexandro bowed to give my father the respect he deserved, and my father was surprised by that gesture.

Ward. “It's ok, class. His wolf will heal him soon.” Professor Stefan announced to the class as he walked to the chalkboard. Expecting him to use chalk, he again, for the fortieth time in the span of five minutes, shocked us all by growing out one claw and proceeding to write his name on the chalkboard: Professor Stefan Kovac, Class: Tactics 101. Each stroke of his claw made most of us clasp our hands over our ears to block out the god-awful sound of claw on chalk. Shuddering, I watched as he turned around to face us.

Elliot grumbles and a frown slips on Roy’s face. Who the hell was Klaus?

"Well, considering I've been here exactly four hours and I'm already having coffee with Klaus Richter, I'd say the odds are promising." There it was again, that direct way he had of speaking, like he wasn't afraid of making statements that could be interpreted multiple ways. I took a sip of my coffee and tried to ignore the way he said my name, like he was testing how it felt in his mouth. "You know," I said, "most people are slightly more... intimidated when they meet me." Finn raised an eyebrow. "Should I be intimidated?" "Well, I am Germany's Golden Boy of Classical Music." I couldn't keep the sarcasm out of my voice. "Or so Klassik Heute would have you believe."