Ciel And Sebastian Novels & Stories

"We should just sit back and watch. He has plenty of enemies; we don't need to get our hands dirty." "I agree," Ferdinand said, his eyes habitually drifting back to the window. This time, he saw them more clearly. Liam was supporting Cecilia; the two appeared to be walking slowly through a secluded patch of the garden. Cecilia was leaning heavily against Liam, their posture intimate, but her steps seemed agonizingly slow. The surprise theory faded from Ferdinand's mind, replaced by a nagging, inexplicable intuition. He stood up abruptly. The guests sitting around him followed suit out of habit and politeness.

If anything, they made me look even more ruthless. All eyes were on us. Some were curious, wary, and openly hostile. "Isabella, you still have the nerve to represent your famiglia?" All of a sudden, Sebastian stepped out of the crowd, followed by Angelina and the Aurelis. I scoffed. "Sebastian, you're an illegitimate child who clawed his way up by lying to women. Who do you think you are, running your mouth here? Today is the day you die!" Angelina stepped forward with a document and deliberately raised her voice. "Take a good look, everyone. This is the cooperation agreement between Isabella and Matteo.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

Celeste I stepped into the elevator lobby, the low hum of conversation buzzing around me like a distant storm, barely audible but impossible to ignore. The polished marble floors reflected the overhead lights in soft pools, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered faintly in the air. Sebastian was already there, standing near the far wall with that calm, unreadable expression he always wore at work. His posture was relaxed, hands tucked casually into his pockets, but his presence was like a silent anchor—steady and unavoidable. The way he stood, so still and confident, made the air around him feel charged, as if something was quietly simmering beneath the surface.

*Sebastian* Sebastian was a bit annoyed with Matt, why would he lie to him ? He walked over and leaned down next to his friend's ear. He knew Matt hadn't seen him come in. "Good book ?" "Shit Sebastian, what are you doing here ? I didn't think this was your kind of place ?" Matt almost jumped out of his seat with surprise when he heard him. Sebastian concluded that either Matt was afraid of losing the bet or he was really scared of this chick, which he found a bit pathetic to be honest. "Well it is, when the woman I want is here… which for some reason you somehow forgot to tell me".

He’s a hybrid, which means he’s my soulmate. “Stella, Sebastian is our soulmate, isn’t he?” “Yes, he is. I wasn’t sure at first because I couldn’t sense if he was a hybrid or not, but now I know for sure. Sebastian Octavian is our soulmate. We have found him!” Oh hell, this just tossed a serious monkey wrench in my plans in more ways than one. I can’t get over my shock. Sebastian is a ghost hybrid, something I’ve never heard of before and didn’t think was even possible. How the fuck did a spirit have a child? That alone is shocking, but to find out he’s my soulmate on top of that. Fuck, I didn’t see this coming at all.

Now, there was only silence. He stumbled out of bed and pushed open my bedroom door. There, a journal lay open on the desk. With shaking hands, he picked it up and flipped to the last page. There were only a few lines. [Today, Sebastian chose Sabrina and broke our vow. That's fine. Now, I can leave without regret. The human world must be beautiful. I'm sure it's free of betrayal and full of freedom.] [Goodbye, my love. No... goodbye, stranger.]

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradle

Celine turned to me, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Let me break the news to you, I hope you can handle it but if you can't that's not my fucking problem. Your mate—" "Stop beating around the bush and spit it out." I cut her off even though deep down I was scared, drowning in dismay, not knowing what was coming my way. She fell silent for a brief moment, wickedness glimmering in her eyes as she watched me; Gave me a sense of peril that could be found in the silence before the storm. "Sebastian's going to mark me."— She finally let out. The ground moved beneath my feet, my eyes widened, my breathing stopped on its own and my entire world came to a standstill, on the verge of fall

Rodrigo turned to look at his nephew, who had his head low when Isabel sat down on the couch, waiting for the seer to begin his divination. “You did the right thing.” He said to Xavi encouragingly, causing a small smile to replace the guilty look on the face of the younger werewolf. By the time the seer was done with his divination, Isabel was restlessly pacing the living room. In reality, it took the seer some minutes, but to Isabel, it took forever, as she didn’t have all the time in the world to spare. “So?” She asked with a questioning brow. “Alpha, your mate is still alive, although he’s going through a crisis at the moment-“ the seer replied, but wasn’t able to finish his explanation,