Klaus Stefan の小説・ストーリー

How I wished for my parents to be part of this day and to see their happiness. “Ready?” Startled, I gasped loudly for air as I saw Klaus standing in front of me with a smile on his face. He had one hand in his pocket and held a red rose in his other. He wore this especially tailored black tux that failed to hide his muscular body and only showed how sexy he could be. He had his hair back and his beard trimmed. He stepped towards me but I just stood up and turned my back to him to hide my tears saying: “Yes”

I love how, Klaus, is when he's around, Cami, and I want to see more of them. "What are you watching?" He asks, as he settles in between my legs and rests his head just below my stomach. "Klaus." I say, with a small smile on my lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see, Alessandro, raise an eyebrow and slightly lift his head, "What the fuck is a, Klaus?" I roll my eyes at what he said, "Klaus is a, hybrid, and basically the sexiest man ever." Alessandro fully lifts his head this time, "The fuck did you just say?"

Klaus said. Klaus then stood up and began taking his leave to look for the Aube. "Are you leaving right now? Already?" Alex asked. "There is no better time Sir Alex Bron," Klaus answered and smiled. "Very well then, farewells KLAUS JINCHURI," Alex said and bid him goodbye. End of the story "I see so that is exactly what happened," I said. "That is what happened my Queen, as we speak he is now an official member of the Aube," Alex confirmed.

“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.

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

He raised his rifle—an FG-42—barrel centring on the boy’s chest. A weathered hand closed over the steel. “Klaus. Lass den Jungen gehen. Mach dich wieder an die Arbeit.” (Klaus. Let the boy go. Get back to work.) Klaus froze at the voice. Everyone did. General Christoph Becker stood over them, a man carved from winter: sixties, face lined and unmoved by weather, greatcoat soaked and heavy with rank. He spoke rarely. Men obeyed. Klaus lowered the rifle, eyes to the mud, and returned to loading crates—gold, sealed weapons cases—onto a waiting truck. A clerk ticked numbers with a pencil that had never been to school.

he said calmly. Laura nodded in understanding, those she wasn’t thrilled about the whole thing. There was no need to tell him that though. It was something that was better off said inwardly. “Ok, so you’ve told me about your goals, but nothing about your name,” she said calmly. “I’m Klaus,” he said in a haughty tone. Laura rose an eyebrow at him. What was up with the sudden attitude? “Ok, it’s nice to meet you,” she said dryly, and made her escape.

“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 looked at him. This man who had built himself from nothing into something formidable and had waited seven years and had come back and had sat in a formal meeting for two hours without letting anything personal interfere and was now sitting across from me in the reduced room asking to be present in some form. "You're already here," I said. He held my gaze. "And Luca," he said. "Luca has decided what he wants," I said. "The actual version. Not the managed one." I paused. "He wants real. He said so last night." Klaus was quiet. "He's a better man than I gave him credit for," he said. "He's a better man than most people give him credit for," I said. "Including you. At the beginning." "Includ

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