Novel & Cerita Grell X Sebastian

He glared at his assistant because of what he did. “Sorry, boss. I have to.” Sebastian made excuses. “A cat passed by the road.” He looked out of the road, but he didn’t see a single cat. Sebastian tried smiling through the rearview mirror while looking at him. Xurden understood why Sebastian stopped the car, even though he was mad. He took a deep breath to calm himself, ignoring Yric who just looking at him. Xurden glared at him and Yric sit properly on the seat.

Grace’s POV. At 8:00 AM sharp, a black Range Rover pulled up to the curb of the penthouse building. It wasn't the usual armored sedan with the tinted windows and the driver named Marcus. It was just a car. And behind the wheel, wearing dark sunglasses and—I had to blink to make sure I wasn't hallucinating—a grey cashmere sweater and dark denim jeans, was Sebastian. I stood on the sidewalk with my weekend bag, feeling underdressed in my leggings and oversized knit cardigan, yet somehow perfectly matched to this new version of him.

After that, Warren said to Greg, "Greg, this is Mr. Grylls' territory. We'd better not make any trouble here." Greg frowned at Warren. He put down his phone and said viciously to Sebastian, "Hey punk, you're pretty cocky. What's your name?" Sebastian laughed. He stepped out from behind Tommy and sat down. He said lightly, "My name's Sebastian Ballard. If you're unhappy with that, you can come to me anytime."

Sebastian. Tall, imposing, and dressed in a black suit that clung to his sculpted frame like it had been stitched onto him by the devil himself. The sight of him was enough to make the world still. His stormy grey eyes, darkened by something more than just anger, locked onto Lucas’s hand wrapped around my wrist. No words left his mouth—but he didn’t need to speak. His silence was louder than a thunderstorm. It screamed danger. It screamed mine. The fury rolling off him was so intense, I could practically feel the heat radiating from his body. My pulse quickened, my chest rising and falling faster than it should have. Something primal flared behind those eyes. Rage, yes—but something deeper.

“Then next time you should start by scrubbing the floors and not beating up our most experienced warrior.” “Lesson learnt,” Xavier said. “Forgive me doctor. Forgive me Sebastian. How are you doing now?” “As you can see I’m okay already,” Sebastian replied attempting to stand up. “Don’t even,” the doctor warned pushing him back. “You are not strong enough.” “I’ll see you some other time,” Xavier waved at him and turned to leave. “Wait,” Sebastian called him back. Xavier turned to face him. “Yes?” “Why are you wearing my Drone X tee?” Sebastian frowned. “I saved three whole months to get it.”

Who knows the next time I'll be able to speak to her in private like this? So I grab her arm, catching her by surprise, and tell her: "Sebastian told me everything yesterday. I know about Gloria, I know about the paintings, I know about what happened to him at that party when he was 17. I understand that he isn't the man I thought he was now. I know about everything Garrett did, and I have a feeling you aren't the only one who is afraid of his wrath; Sebastian's old publicist, Ingrid, is being blackmailed by him, too—"

A very familiar voice reached his ears. Sebastian's lips parted in a grin as he turned his head to look at the welcomed intruder. The man who stood before him was tall and a endless sea of dark brown skin. His eyes were a piercing grey, contratsting against his skin heavily and his black hair was chopped in a buzz cut. He was dressed rather immaculately in a suit and clutched a briefcase in one hand. "Seems like Greece was good to you Damian," Sebastian grinned, holding up his glass at Damian. "Welcome back to hell,"

I rather die now than experience this hell. Sebastian fell on his knees, gasping and the light quenched. His eyes returned to their normal color and his breathing was extremely deep and harsh. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!!" He growled.

“Well, I do.” Daniella glanced at my face, “Coffee?” “Already had two.” “Good. So we’re starting at medium-threat level, not maximum.” I had just opened the folder when the sound of another car rolled into the small courtyard. A black car stopped. The door opened. And because apparently the universe never knew when to quit, Sebastian stepped out in a black sweater and dark jeans. It was unfair. Genuinely unfair. The black cashmere fit him exactly the way it shouldn’t have. The sleeves were pushed back just slightly at the wrists, revealing a cold, expensive metal watch. The jeans were dark, simple in cut, and his leather boots were clean but clearly not fresh out of the box.

Each yell is stronger and more affirmative than the other. Sebastian chortled darkly, and somehow that little laughter of his quietly silenced the crowd. He tore his shirt off his body in one move, revealing his chiseled abs and firm chest that looked fresh out of the machining workshop. Even if I ignored the might of his physicality, my wolf was slightly intimidated by his choking aura that shrouded us like darkness itself. “Since you’re all so confident…” His tone inflected. “Let’s begin, shall we?” His eyes morphed into a piercing shade of golden yellow, making Laila’s heartbeat skyrocket. I cradled her face in my hands and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.