Novel & Cerita Grell X Sebastian

CASSAIN "This is how you win a game people..." The crowd is screaming my name, cameras flash everywhere, teammates slap my back like I just secured the universe yet all I feel is exhaustion and something sharp sitting under my ribs- grief. I peel off my gloves, toss them onto the bench, roll my neck once. Sweat drips down my spine. My wolf is restless and Maddox is quieter than usual. I step out of the tunnel then see Sebastian with his expensive cologne leaning against the concrete pillar near the exit like he owns the place with his hands in pockets. Suit too clean for a stadium.

"And tell security to stand down. I can handle a ghost." The doors burst open before Carolina could even respond. Sebastien didn't walk in; he invaded. He looked like a man who had been caught in a gale. His charcoal suit was wrinkled, his hair—usually lacquered into perfection—was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot. The smell of expensive whiskey trailed after him like a funeral shroud. "You!" he roared, slamming his palms onto my mahogany desk. The vibration rattled my ginger tea. "You think you’re so clever, Grace? Hiding behind Rossi, buying up debt like a vulture? You think this makes you my equal?"

Noah huffed in frustration as he glared at the tall brunette who was standing at doorway looking at them with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. "There comes the lover boy", Noah gritted in a mocking tone. There stood Xavier dressed in a white tee with black sweatpants. Beads of sweat adorned his stout figure while his muscles flexed as he pushed his damped black hair back with his right hand revealing his broad forehead. "Neither Noah nor you can't do anything about this Seb" His tone had a glint of taunt as he smirked at them while tugging his hands in the pocket of his pants. Sebastian marched to him and grabbed his shoulder in a tight grip.

I saw the murderous look in those scorching green gaze as he focused his aim. A shot caught Owen on his knees, a loud howl of pain left his mouth, he crawled backward fearfully as Sebastian approached. "Who are you! Don't kill me, please! I have money " he begged, the fear in his voice was a sort of revenge for me. A sinister chuckle echoed the night. "You should never have messed with my person " he spoke in cold menace. My body shuddered at the pure rage clouding his gaze It was enough to send warning bells through my head, but it didn't surpass the feeling of gratitude for him that made my chest feel fuller.

"Sebastian?" "Why, you're surprised to see your brother visiting, eh?" asked Bastian, walking up to him. In the darkness, Bastian's sharp eyes lit up and seemed to be eyeing his prey. Like a Jaguar, ready to keep an eye on its prey. A predatory animal that could swim and climb trees. Even the running is very fast and aggressive. Right now, Tristan, who had killed many people, really felt intimidated by the figure in front of him, who didn't even carry any weapons.

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

Across her forehead, in careful block letters: GOLD DIGGER On her left cheek: CRIMINAL Right cheek: WHORE He turned to Helen. Same words, same placement. When he finished, he stepped back to admire his work. “Looks better already,” he said. Neither woman spoke. Just stared at the floor, breathing in shallow hitches. Sebastian picked up a small red rubber ball from the bag, the kind kids use for fetch. He bounced it once against the concrete. The sound echoed sharp in the damp space. “Time for a game,” he announced. He tossed the ball toward the far wall.

Sebastian stumbled into the produce section, caught himself on a display of oranges, and turned around with a look of mock offense. "You're violent." "You're dramatic." "I'm the Reaper." "You're a menace." Sebastian's eyes lit up. Damian knew that look. It was the same look Sebastian got before a game-winning goal, before a bar fight, before doing something spectacularly stupid. "What?" Damian asked. "Nothing." "Sebastian." "Nothing." Sebastian reached into the cart and pulled out a zucchini. Long. Green. Curved slightly at the end. He held it up, examined it with exaggerated seriousness, then tucked it into the front of his pants.

He bowed his head, his thumb gliding over damp cheeks to clear them, and he ran his tongue over his lips, trying for a smile that seemed more like a facade than genuine emotion. Sebastian's car moved along the curb in the distance. He opened the window, his keen eyes sparkling with instinctive curiosity. He brought out a phone, documenting the moment. The smile that stretched across his face was pleased and vicious. He reclined slightly, handing the picture to the assistant next to him, “Help me get the identity of this person.” Sebastian's eyes fell on them again as he softly said, “Let’s move.” Elena’s voice sliced through the tension. It's a Chillier than a frosty moon. “Drake… could you

I shot another looked between them, the explosive tension had completely disappeared, something so much more potent rising between us. "She is mine first." Sebastian demanded, removing his shirt. I was about to yell at them, but then his six pack was there in my eyes. His body was so ripped and I wanted to see my favorite part of him. "I know how to share." Gabe replied playfully. "Besides, it gets me so turned on watching you fuck our little wolf." "You mean it makes you envious you can't satisfy her as good as I can." Sebastian chuckled as he removed his pants.