Novel & Cerita Grell X Sebastian

“Who orders a scent masker before they know the princess is going to run away?” “Oh…oh Jesus…did she plan to run away, or did she plan to take me out of the mansion?” “Probably both,” Sebastian muttered. “I don’t know this shop.” He examined the label and popped the top off the bottle. He spritzed a little of the contents on his wrist and brought his arm up to smell his skin. “This potent stuff.” “Yes,” Glover said. "Look at the address on the label." Sebastian brought the bottle a little closer to his eyes and squinted at the white sticker on the silver bottle. All the blood drained from his face in one go. “Oh hell.” He looked at Glover then to me. “It’s from up North.”

Felix whispered in Kelly's ear, who shivered, holding his suit in hatred as Sebastian is watching them from afar. ' I want to step on his face. ' Wild screams in Sebastian's mind as Sebastian nods in anger waiting for the competition to begin. ............................. To be continued

He wouldn't admit it, not in front of Xander who he knew wouldn't shut up about it. Xander scoffed, seeing right through him. "You and Lorraine Acker are getting close aren't you? Finally a woman of worth, Sebastian. At least no one's gonna say he's fucking some random model–" Sebastian banged his hands on the couch, standing up from his seat and glaring at his younger brother. It was like a switch within him, filing him up more than necessary, agitated and raged. 'You're channeling your grief into anger' Is what his therapist had said and Sebastian had replied with,

“You’ve already lost me. I don’t understand you anymore. " “Sebastian Gallagher runs a genetics company called GenetiX, which has a hidden part besides drugs and treatments that could treat or prevent serious diseases. He wants to perfect a serum whose ingredients could speed up the healing process of serious wounds caused in ... werewolves!” I whispered as I approached, not to speak too loudly. However, my confession aroused the laughter of my friend.

Owen offered introductions, squeezing her shoulder encouragingly, “and Seb, the keyboardist.” Seb was a pretty brunette man with stunning hazel eyes fringed with eyelashes she only achieved with magnetic falsies, the sort of almost androgynous good looks that underwear companies seemed to prefer for their models, and Sebastian was high-school footballer handsome, square jawed, clean shaven, with a grin enhanced by good orthodontics.

This was their first move. Celine frantically selected the link on the alert. “Are Wedding Bells Tolling for This Elite Couple?” and below the headline was a picture of Sebastian in his ugly sweater sitting with Grace. Their thighs were touching, Grace was leaning into his side, and his arm was somewhere behind her. It looked like he had his arm around her. “What the fuck.”, Celine said out loud. It was Phillip all over again except Sebastian was too stupid to be discreet about it. She had Kim and Collette’s attention with her outburst. “What’s wrong?”, Kim asked. Celine did not want to stop reading so she forwarded the link to her sister and Kim. And it was not long before the girls were cu

I pushed back, using Sebastian's script. "Sebastian is not chaotic, Father. He is strategic. He is being maliciously targeted by a former rival, a man named Griffin Patterson, who is trying to leverage a past tragedy to destroy his company. Sebastian's move—the engagement—was a necessary counter-measure to stabilize CazoS's stock and protect me from the smear campaign. The police reports, as you know, cleared me. This scandal is purely fabricated to discredit him."

Without looking at the screen, he answers—already desperate to end the call. “This is Sebastian.” Sebastian greets with fake enthusiasm. “I see you’re not sacrificed to the god of plastic bosoms and flat asses.” Grace Keller sasses over the speakerphone, referring to Sebastian’s night, assumed spent with Kellie Cardin, his current fling. “The witch hasn’t bled me or plucked my heart from my chest as yet, mother.” Sebastian muses, regarding Grace’s unequivocal detestation, for the lawyer he knocked boots with.

Each strike of expensive leather against the floor carried enough raw pressure to turn the air to lead. "Lorenzo. Are you tired of living? Because you’re touching my property." A voice, cold as a winter-honed blade, exploded through the hall, instantly stifling Bella’s screeching. At the corner of the corridor, dozens of men in black suits, sporting gold-threaded insignias, fanned out in a lethal tactical formation. Flanked by his men, Sebastian walked into the light, draped in a heavy, charcoal cashmere overcoat. His eyes, which looked down on the world like a vengeful deity, were filled with nothing but pure contempt as they landed on Lorenzo.

Sebastian's expression remained perfectly neutral, only the slight arch of his eyebrow betraying any reaction. "Alpha Xavier," he remarked coolly, glancing at the girl, "Your little girlfriend Cici was arrested just days ago, and you've already moved on? Rather tasteless, don't you think?" Xavier's face darkened dangerously, his jaw tight with barely contained fury. His razor-sharp gaze sliced from Sebastian to me, lingering on Sebastian's jacket draped over my shoulders. The look in his eyes was murderous. Meanwhile, the girl beside him stared at Sebastian with unblinking fascination, her expression unnervingly excited.