Chris Evans And Sebastian Stan Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help but wonder if Fitch would someday be as deep and unfathomable as his father. Sebastian placed his hands flat on the desk. When I looked up, I saw him quietly studying me. His gaze made me tremble—not with affection, but with the oppressive feeling of being thoroughly examined. I tried to smile, hoping to ease the tension, thinking that someone who could transform into a white wolf and tear my neck effortlessly was best not antagonized. Suddenly, the door opened. Eva stood there, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling—an indescribable happiness. The news was real.

"Yeah, yeah. You're one to talk. I saw how you got all excited when what's-his-face appeared. Surprised you didn't need to run and change into a pair of new panties." Cassandra fidgets in her bucket seat and turns to face me, her index finger directed towards me. "First of all, what's-his-face is Annakin Skywalker and he is hot. And secondly, if you thought that was bad, you would never want to see me watch a movie with Chris Hemsworth, especially if the movie involves him losing his shirt. Seriously, the Government should make it a law to where that man can't wear a shirt. Ever." To add a little dramatic to her fan obsessing self, Cassandra bats her long lashes and pretends to fan herself.

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."

Dell asked, concern colouring her tone at the angry, panicked look on his face as he fought to get his breath back. Chris stared around at the group. He had pushed his fears down and run all the way from the station, activating his wings on the fly, the second they had taken Sebestian, parading him through the station like he was some sort of criminal. He hadn't been expecting so many people though, he had thought only Sebestian mate would be there, the group had him nervously plucking at the handle of a dagger before he squared his shoulders. "It's Sebestian, he's been arrested," Chris said to the large group when he got his breath back.

I drop the photo and fall back onto my butt. “He wants to see me,” I look up at Sebastian as he speaks. I rise to my feet and stare at the note in his hand. My mouth has gone dry and I am unable to form a coherent sentence. His dark eyes meet mine, the tips of his fingers running over the scribbled words. “He wants to meet to give us Evan back.” “Do you…trust him to honor his word?” I fumble over the words, unable to fully focus my mind. “Not one bit…but this is the best chance we have to get Evan back,” Sebastian turns and begins to walk away. I snatch his wrist, bringing him back in front of me.

“Oh my God, isn’t that—” And then I saw him. Sebastian. Strolling down the main hall like he owned the floor beneath him. Dark shirt open at the throat, hair tousled, eyes sharp as sin. A lazy smirk curled his lips. Like he wasn’t a monster with blood on his hands and secrets between his teeth. Students turned, mouths open, eyes wide. Even the teachers hesitated. Then Evie saw him. Her whole face lit up like it had been rewired. She shrieked—actually shrieked—“Babe!”

Aryan says. “Thank you both so much, I love you both” I said as I gave them both a kiss. After talking for a bit longer, I let Brennon know that I was awake. He tells me to meet in the conference room, and we will go over everything with Stryker and that Sebastian has also turned up while I was passed out. I let my mates know what was happening, and we all got up and head to the conference room. As I walk in, I notice that Skyler and Stryker are talking to each other and that there is now another two men in the room as well. The one talking to Brennon, I kid you not, could pass for Chris Hemsworth's identical twin. There is another man with him who is around 5'11, with black hair, brown eyes

Levi tells him, “Sebastian James. Have you heard anything about him? Do you know of any possible connection between him and these people?” “I haven’t. But from what I’ve heard about Sebastian, I wouldn’t put anything past him,” Stan says, his face signaling repulsion at what he’s been told, “He’s made a lot of people angry lately, humans and shifters. I’ve heard rumors of shady business deals, no one wants to work with him anymore. I don’t know him personally, but I have no desire to do so given what I’ve heard.” I can see why. Sebastian was never what I thought he was. And now it seems so strange to me that someone I was once engaged to marry is now partially responsible for my need to rema

"I apologize for the danger I brought to your family today. It was my enemies who targeted you. I take full responsibility." Mr. Evans looked at Sebastian’s legs, then at his expensive suit, then at his face. He stood up. He was a simple noodle shop owner, but he was a father first. "Mr. Sterling," Mr. Evans said seriously. "I don't care about your money. I don't care about your company. Today, those men... they had gasoline. If you hadn't come..." Mr. Evans’s voice cracked. He suddenly bowed deeply to Sebastian. "Thank you. You saved our lives."

I don’t even care what’s inside because my heart is pounding at the gesture. But I do, knowing the room is watching me. Inside are a few things. First are two round trip tickets to and from Hawaii. “Holy shit,” I whisper. I look at Sebastian. “You didn’t have to pay for our flight!” He shrugs. “Merry Christmas, Evelyn.” God, I want to kiss him. “There’s something else,” he states, nodding to the box. Below the plane tickets are a few more tickets, this time for his F1 races in the cockpit.