Klaus Stefan Romane & Geschichten

The more I tried to stifle it, the more I laughed out loud. "If you think this is the perfect time to laugh over something, I'm sure it's pretty much insignificant," Klaus says, turning his attention from the window towards me. "You're more ignorant than I thought you were." He finishes, his eyes holding mine, daring me to look away. "Of all the people roped into this gruesome case, I thought you would be the first to take mass murder more seriously than the others."

I tried my best not to even think of him during those months, and it felt like it was working. But seeing him now is bringing all of the memories back. Including the feelings that come with them. The shame, the guilt, and the betrayal all come back in a single swoop. I lower my head to hide my face, but before I can even do that, Klaus looks straight at me. “I’m Klaus Slater,” he introduces himself in a calm, collected tone. “I will be your professor from now on. I take it that you just started to discuss the works of Charlotte Bronte?”

Klaus was furious and shouted, "This is Riverdale, my area! Who do you think you are, Philip Clarke? You wait for me, I’m bringing people to find you now. I want to see if you can actually f*cking kill me!" "Really? Then, let’s wait and see." Philip laughed grimly. Klaus was not stupid either. After so many years, he naturally had the ability to make discerning judgments. Seeing an opponent this tough, he frowned. This young man… How dare he talk to him like this? "Young man, don't you know who I am? I, Klaus Harris, am the third dragon of Riverdale! Even Theo will give me some respect. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

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?

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mr Wesley. Excuse me." "Please come in." Squeak! Drrrttt. Ceklek! Mr Wesley, who looked like a BP teacher, stood up and extended his hand towards the chair in front of him, suggesting that Stefan should sit down immediately. "Stefan Raden Kusuma. Please have a seat. How are you?" Stefan plopped down on the chair, his smile never wavering, a return smile to Mr Wesley who had been so happy to welcome him.

Please explain this to me ( He questions with a worried look on his face) BABY : My oh my, most men wouldn’t have asked me such a question but you did even when you know that I could take your head off with nothing but a thought, you really do intrigue me and peak my interest Klaus ( She replies as she finally reaches the confused young man and held up his chin to face her directly)…. Do you really want an answer to your questions?? KLAUS : Y…. Yes ( He replies with a stutter as he began to fear for his life)…. If not for anything but at least let me understand why I would have to try and kill a man that I look up to as a great man, please

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Klaus was taken back a little by her outspokenness, still with his ever charming smile plastering on his lips. " Ah, my manners, She heard him say, smiling his way into her heart " my name is Klaus Sandoval." He held out his hand for Chloe to shake ,but the latter was so mesmerized by his captivating smile that she didn't notice the hand he stuck out for a shake. Damn ! How can a man possess such an alluring smile, ' shake it off Chloe! Shake it off '. She coughed a little to cover her embarrassed self. " So Mr Klaus Sand.. " The name stuck on her lips , she was so captivated by his enchanting smiles that she didn't heard him say his last name

"Rudina, you have to calm down, you can do this, you just have to focus on what you are here to do. We can't create a scene here, look at this people all looking at us. Now breathe in, breathe out. I did as he was telling me. Klaus came forward and introduce himself. "I am Klaus Amarok."

"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.