Black Butler Sebastian And Claude Novels & Stories

His movements were calm and controlled, like a man who was never in a hurry. Cassian, Elena, Avelyn, Lucas, and Tan stood a short distance away near the port authority building. All eyes were now on Sebastian. Tan exhaled slowly. “Well… this is awkward.” Lucas nodded. “Very awkward.” Sebastian walked forward with a relaxed smile. When he reached them, he stopped a few steps away. For a moment, no one spoke. Two rival empires had just met face to face. Finally, Sebastian broke the silence. “Cassian Blackridge.”

“Then you must hate how little you own me.” The air shifted. Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. He leaned closer, his voice dropping. “You don’t get to say things like that unless you’re prepared for consequences.” Her pulse kicked. “I’ve always been prepared.” Before he could reply, another presence slid into the space beside her, warm and careless. “Easy, brother. It’s Christmas.” Sebastian Blackwood. Younger by four years. Vice chairman. The charm to Julian’s steel. Where Julian cut, Sebastian burned.

Louis hesitated before replying, “I’ll be there.” At the Grand Meridian Hotel, Louis stepped into the private lounge where Sebastian Blackwood, waited with a glass of whiskey. “Mr. Evans,” Sebastian greeted smoothly, gesturing for Louis to sit. “Please have a seat.” Louis remained standing, his sharp gaze unwavering. “Let’s not waste time. What do you want?” Sebastian smirked. “Straight to the point. I like that.” He leaned forward, placing his glass down.

"He won't do anything bad, trust me." Sure enough, as soon as they enter, a black-haired guy was sitting in the sitting room. He's wearing a black suit, and a ribbon replaced the tie at his neck. Sebastian. And he's sitting like a king at a one-seater chair, expecting their arrival. "Hello, Cassielle. It's been a while." He greeted me. "So it was you," Cass said casually while her dog walks towards her. "You won't greet me? That hurts, you know." Sebastian puts his hand over his chest like he was struck by an arrow.

Authority sat on her shoulders like a tailored coat she’d learned never to shrug off. Sebastian was already there, standing near the far wall, hands loosely clasped behind his back, attention directed toward the projection screen that hadn’t yet been activated. He wore black today, not his usual corporate charcoal, or his disarming grey, no, he wore black with intent. He turned in her direction, the minute he sensed her presence. Their eyes met, and something unspoken passed between them, not heat, not nostalgia, but awareness sharpened by recent proximity. Paris had done some damage already, or perhaps it revealed a bit of truth.

Couldn’t meet her gaze. Her eyes dropped to the flute of champagne in her hand instead, or maybe to the candle near the wall. Anywhere but back at Clarissa. At the far end of the ballroom, past a pair of candelabras, Sebastian Blackwood was now beginning to make his entrance. He was Late, as usual. But not unnoticed. His stride was smooth like someone who thought the floor belonged to him. The ice in his gaze was familiar to the room: a look sharpened by pride and extravagance.

Sebastian greeted politely. Claudia Blackwood smiled at him, but her eyes flicked to Kaira with their usual disdain. “Mr. Ashford,” she cooed, pulling Sebastian into a brief, calculated hug. Though her expression was warm, her intentions were anything but warm. She had already begun scheming to somehow turn Sebastian into Evelyn’s. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, as Evelyn was still infatuated with Julian, but her greed made her relentless. Sebastian remained composed, offering only a polite smile. Meanwhile, Julian and Evelyn ignored their arrival entirely, remaining seated at the dining table.

Sebastian would eliminate anyone who tried to ruin his plan, may it be a friend or a foe. “It’s useless, Claudia,” Sebastian said while standing still. He chose not to act and wait for Claudia’s next step. He was not disappointed when Claudia went closer to where he stood. ‘How naïve,’ he thought. “You won’t know unless I try,” Claudia muttered. The lord felt his mate’s presence behind him. He bit his lips until they bled and sipped on it, just like how Latina imbibed on his bleeding lip whenever they went wild. Sebastian felt a pair of arms hugging him from the back. He was sure it was Claudia, but he could smell Latina’s sweet scent.

"And it doesn't help when you're constantly challengin' him, especially with people that he needs to keep happy and in his corner." Claude's delivery is a contradiction to me. His tone is laidback, but his face is something entirely different and not to be taken lightly. The more I look at him, the more I see how him and Sebastian favor each other—they both have those eyes that seem as if they're hiding cruel intentions; eyes that leave you uncomfortable after a while from how piercing they are.

"Wow, what a special gift from Mr. Sebastian." Deg Renata did not expect Bastian to give himself to an old man named Charlos. ***