KLAYLEY Short Stories. There will be sex scenes, erotica and smut in these stories.
Each Chapter is a Complete Story.
This book contains Adult Content and Themes.
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I wanted to write another Klayley sex spell story so here it is.
CHAPTER ONE.
WAREHOUSE, ENTOMBING TRISTAN.
Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah walked into the warehouse and the Strix all gathered, inside the large sea container with doors closed in view. Marcel was aware of the Mikaelson's duplicitous plans and the fact Cami was inside the sea container spelled to look like Aurora.
Tristan smiled sardonically at the arriving originals who stood as one."Gentlemen. I wish I could say it was a pleasure," Tristan drawled arrogantly.
"Marcellus, made your bed with the enemy, I see." Elijah intoned casually.
Marcel smirked at the Mikaelsons', "Membership has its privileges."
"Let's get on with this, shall we?" Klaus snapped seething and impatiently.
Tristan looked around and inclined his head to a Strix member. A man came out carrying an unconscious Hayley in her arms, "Hayley Marshall Kenner recently widowed, only slightly worse for wear," Tristan smirked at them snidely seeing the widening eyes of his sire Elijah. The Strix member lay Hayley down on the concrete floor in front of the Mikaelsons'. "You'll have to forgive her if she seems a bit off. There's enough wolfsbane in her system to kill an entire pack. However, here she is as requested." Klaus looked down briefly at the unconscious Hayley pale and a sheen of sweat covering her body he smelt the wolfsbane but also another strong herb and his guts clench tight with furious anger. "Now where's my sister?" Tristan demanded harshly.
Klaus stared back at the loathsome Tristan, "She lives. You can thank Elijah for that. I wanted to flay her and hang her skin as a flag." Klaus glared at Tristian with flaming murderous blue narrowed eyes, "Anyway, enough chit chat. Let's conclude this tedious business, shall we?" he drawled with concealed rage.
"My sister first, and if you're tempted to argue, consider the numbers." Tristan looked around at his people, "If they try anything, attack." Klaus went and opened the door to the sea container to show Aurora standing inside of it.
"Oh, brother, you came for me," Aurora trilled with relief as Tristan walked towards her.
"Always." Tristan replied, stopping at the opening to the container. "Come on," He urged her out of the container Aurora stayed unmoving. "Ohh. Come on. Come on. Rory... What are you doing?" Tristan asked, panicked as he walked inside and Aurora attached the Sentura seal with a metallic bang against the inside wall of the metal container. "No. Aurora, what have you done to us?"
COMPOUND.
Vincent and Freya stood over the small table, their hands linked, eyes closed with a poppet doll in the middle of the table, Aurora's red hair attached to the poppet's doll head, the poppet laying between them on the table as they both chanted.
" Kache l'nan san. Je chèch je yo.
Kache l'nan san. Je chèch je yo."
WAREHOUSE. "Not to us," Aurora snarled back at Tristan.
"Aurora," Tristan breathed out confused, puzzlement on his face
