Novel & Cerita How To Trigger Sebastian 10-heart Event

"Wouldn't want to accidentally break a rule I didn't know about." "Hmm," Sebastian mused, his lips brushing my ear. "When we're playing, you come only when I give you permission. Understood?" Fuck. That was going to be a challenge. I nodded, then remembered his earlier instruction. "Yes, sir." Sebastian's hand dipped lower, trailing across my stomach. "Good girl," he murmured. "Now, if you need to stop or slow down, you'll use a safeword. 'Red' for stop, 'yellow' for slow down. Repeat them back to me."

my heart was thumping so fast now. "Check your inbox." The line went dead. For a moment, I sat frozen, staring at the blank screen. Then, with trembling fingers, I navigated to my messages. There it was an audio file from an unknown number, timestamped just seconds ago. I pressed play. “… None of it was supposed to turn out like this!" Sebastian's voice filled my ears, tinny but unmistakable. “She wasn’t supposed to get pregnant." My heart dropped to my stomach. “It was one night. One stupid, drunken night of me getting set up. It was a trap I had stupidly fallen into.”Sebastian continued, and each word felt like a physical blow.

Sebastian, known for his reserved and gentlemanly demeanor, had never been seen so publicly affectionate, especially not with Kaira. Evelyn’s face contorted with anger as Kaira took center stage, while Julian’s jealousy was plain. “Focus on me, and hold your head up,” Sebastian commanded. Kaira’s hands were shaking, her palms sweaty, but he took both her hands, resting them on his shoulders while his own hands settled on her waist, drawing her close.

“Hold on, just—” We both stay completely still. Nothing. Sebastian looks at me. “Are you sure?” I nod, my heart racing. “I swear, it felt like a little kick or… a tap.” And then— Another flutter. Sebastian sucks in a sharp breath. His fingers twitch against my skin. “Selina,” he whispers. I nod, tears pricking my eyes. “I know.” His entire body goes still, except for his hand, which stays warm and steady over my stomach.

Alcohol made everyone more relaxed, including me. I didn’t even know who I was dancing with but I was lost in the rhythm of the music when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked behind me to see Sebastian. He pressed something into my palm wordlessly and I raised it to my face to see that it was a card. A card to a hotel room. I didn’t need rocket science to know that he was sent by Tristan. “Shit.” I heard Sebastian mutter, but before I could ask him what the problem was, he disappeared from my sight.

Sebastian heard someone calling him from behind as he was about to open the carriage door, making him turn around and he saw one of Horace's men walking over and standing before him. “What is it?” Sebastian asked into his eyes. “Our king wants you to read this letter,” he said as he handed the letter to Sebastian. The look in his eyes told Sebastian that it was a secret message from Lucian. Sebastian took the letter from his hand and quickly put it in his jacket pocket. He smiled politely at Sebastian before he walked away back into the feast hall.

"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.

It needed results. His phone vibrated once on the desk. A single message from Mark: Step one is complete. Sebastian’s jaw tightened slightly as he picked it up, typing a brief reply. Proceed. The game had begun. And by the time it ended, the person who thought they could harm Petal would be left with nothing but the ruins of their own arrogance—never fully understanding how or when Sebastian D’Angelo had decided their fate.

"I swear I don't know anything about a key." “Don't tell him anything Riley.” Avery suddenly shouted. "Two." Sebastian's finger tightened around the trigger. If Sebastian pulled that trigger… I knew I'd never forgive myself. I screamed, "STOP!" "I don't know where it is!” Sebastian smiled. "Wrong answer." And he let go of the trigger. Bang! “Avery.” I screamed

Inside him, Soren stirred--restless, razor-edged, sniffing danger like a bloodhound. He dialed Cecilia's number as he strode toward the elevator, his movements fluid and precise. No answer. Straight to voicemail. He tried again. Still nothing. His thumb hovered over the screen for a heartbeat too long. Then he tried Tang. "Yes, Alpha?" Tang answered instantly. "Go into the ballroom. Look for anything out of place," Sebastian said, his voice dropping into the low, clipped register he reserved for Pack command. "I can't reach Cecilia."