Novel & Cerita Black Butler Sebastian And Claude

The lunch continued without a hitch, but I felt neither glad nor excited about their return; it was more like a burden being placed on my shoulders. Later, I learned of the council’s decision regarding Sebastian—a shocking and unwanted prospect. The laws dictated that since he was male, he was to be killed. But I could see in my mother’s eyes when she came to visit that there might be a glimmer of hope for him, albeit at a great cost. The thought gnawed at me, filling me with a mixture of dread and determination.

That hit him like a slap. She knew. Sebastian’s heart pounded in his chest. His hands began to tremble, so he kept them under the table to hide it. “You know, I’m easy to deal with,” Selene said lightly. “I don’t want this to get any messier. Let’s help each other. You get Claire, I get Niu. We’re not enemies here. We’re on the same side.” Sebastian slammed the table, fists clenched. He was shaking with rage. He wanted to grab her by the neck—but he knew he couldn’t.

The butler came to him the moment the car stopped and opened the car from outside, ¨welcome back young master¨, he said, bowing down. Sebastian grunted and walked to the entrance, he took briskly steps and his face remained dark as he walked through the hallways that led into the lounge. As he reached the elevators, he heard someone call his name, it wasn´t a farmilaiar voice, he turned and instantly, his face darkened, it was a very beautiful woman, she had blonde hair and deep blue eyes, her smile was breathtaking and her skin was glittering under her baby blue silk gown, sebastian frowned, his mind went straight to Cynthia, who was this.

“You feel it, don’t you? The pull. The power. It doesn’t belong here with weakness. It belongs with strength. With me.” My lip curled. Tears burned tracks through the dirt on my face, but my voice stayed steady. “No.” The word landed hard. Caleb’s face twisted. “Wrong choice.” He exploded forward, his claws lengthened in an instant, slashing toward my chest. I threw my hands up, desperate to call the light back, but it sputtered, thin, faltering. I braced for the rip of flesh. A black shape crashed between us. Sebastian. He took the strike full force. Caleb’s claws punched through his chest with a sickening tear of muscle and bone. Sebastian grunted, blood spraying from his mouth, yet he loc

And he is after revenge. Ninety minutes before blowing up the Black Auction House, Claude sent Flora away. Then he went with Cassius to another secret room in the department and waited. After some minutes, his men attacked the black auction. The cries and the shooting sound didn’t attract the attention of Claude. He was waiting for something else. Minutes later, the host of the auction came into the secret room where the secret exit was located. The host was accompanied by one of his very special guests: The Black Hand. Once coming in, the guards of The Black Hand were killed by Claude’s men. The old mafia man didn’t look shocked at all. He knew this moment was coming. He was facing the calm

I say quietly. Lucian curses under his breath. “Sebastian?” I don’t answer. Eighty figures step forward from the darkness. Black cloaks. Silver blades. Their eyes glow faintly in the dim light. Mer men. These ones carry the scent of royal territory. Sebastian. My lips slowly curl into a smile. “You people really don’t value your lives.” One of them steps forward. Tall. Scar across his jaw. His voice is cold. “Cassain Thoraex”

"Why is the coffee cold? Don't you know Liana's on her period and wants something warm? What are you standing there for? If she feels sick after drinking it, you're the one I'll hold responsible." I jolted awake, staring straight into the furious face of the butler's son, Lawrence Carter, who was yelling at me at the top of his lungs. He sneered when he saw how startled I was. "Don't look at me like that again. How many times do I have to repeat myself? Liana's the only one I care about. Stop daydreaming about some CEO falling for you. Here, take the black card, buy her a hot one, and don't waste my time."

It was a kind gesture—meant only to help—but in that moment, it was like the world stopped. Because someone else had arrived at the table. I looked up. And there he was. Sebastian. Standing tall, dressed sharply in a black suit that hugged his frame perfectly, but with a face that radiated pure, unfiltered rage. His stormy eyes were locked on Lucas’s hand wrapped around my wrist, and I could feel the fury rolling off him in waves. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. His silence screamed louder than any words could have. Lucas let go of my wrist and slowly leaned back in his chair, clearing his throat. "Well... looks like someone found us."