Romans & histoires Kuroshitsuji Sebastian Michaelis

As my body slumps forward, I take one last look at the two men and let oblivion take me. Heart pounding wildly in my chest, I sit up on the bed and take a couple of deep breaths. My hair whips around me, and my eyes blur with tears. Blinking my eyes, I look around with confusion because I’m not in my tiny house. Looking back, I notice Lucifer’s slumbering form behind me. He’s lying on his chest, a sheet barely covering his muscular body. Seeing his naked back and the dimples above his firm ass make my mouth water. Sliding my knees up, I rest my elbows on my knees and rub my eyes. Past memories assail me like a dam bursting inside of my mind. In most of the sequences, I’m with Michael.

I could see it in his eyes, that predatory glint which spoke volumes of his intentions—intentions that undeniably involved Michael. "Thinking about your new lover?" Sebastian's voice was soft but menacing, insinuating itself into my thoughts, unbidden. “Yeah, I have heard of you and rich-boy Michael. I am going to make sure he gets it inside his head, that he is messing with the wrong guy.” I clenched my jaw, refusing to give voice to the storm of anxiety his presence conjured within me. My silence was my shield, my armor against the assault of his dark promises.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, sniffling as she hurriedly ran towards the door. She looked back for only a moment before disappearing. Sebastian waited until he was alone in the kitchen before staring down at the young boy. He sighed. It was a shame that he had to die at such a young age. Messily done too; his throat had been ripped open by a wolf. Blood was splattered against the floors, and some made their way across the walls. He had bite marks and scratch marks around his torso; it must have been a long and painful death. He knew he had to move the body and clean up the mess before word got around the kingdom about this. Before he had the chance at moving the body, the do

Maybe if I kill Matias… I let the thought trail off. It would be a fantastic move but a terrible addition to my plan. I can't have two of their assassins die in my hands. I've been lucky the first time, I don't know if I could hitchhike through the second death within their circle especially if the reason is me, again. And if Vincenzo can't see right through me I'm sure Sebastian or Bast as he introduced himself, would surely do. Sebastian Grey. Instead of warmth, I felt dread whenever I see him or when our eyes met. And not just because of his physical monstrosity, it's the way his gaze seems to penetrate deep through my dark core.

No means to bring Sebastian down. Kc’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white. “We’re not giving up Liam.” Liam let out a deep sigh. "We might have no other option Kc." Valeria gasped, "There has to be something else." No one said a word. For in that instant, they all knew the truth. Sebastian Cruz was more than human. He was a shadow man. A phantom. A power force and corruption that could not be touched.

For me to have her death on my hands is not a burden I wish to be. But Sebastian is the Vampire Master, and all in his rule shall do as he asks for if he should even have to dare disobey his command, then you shall have hell to pay. And hell, I am going to pay when he finds out the true result of the spell as it comes to its end. I think I might just find myself come to my end today. …Sebastian POV…

A muscular man was tied spread-eagle on a wooden frame, his body covered in blood and wounds, yet unable to suppress the beastly roars emanating from him. I hadn't even had a chance to speak when he suddenly glared at me with his icy blue eyes and roared, "You're Harrison Morris! I saw you that day!" "Your memory serves you well," I calmly faced this beast-like captive. "I heard you want my life." "Of course!" Sebastian snarled at me, the iron chains on his body making a crisp sound with his movements. "You killed my companion! Blood must be repaid with blood!" "Although I don't agree with your accusation, I appreciate your perspective, Sebastian."

coming to think of it he hasn't gotten any update about that wolf. closing the water he dried his hair as he made his way down to where the wolf was kept. He could hear a whisper coming from the room. When he got closer he noticed that Michael was still trying to wake him up. He cleared his throat to get Micheal's attention. " My Dark Lord, good evening" Micheal bowled in greeting. " As you were" Sebastian answered. If only Mariah was this obedient. He wouldn't have killed her. But she always had to have a mind of her own.

For the first time, Celeste herself faltered, inching backward as if the air itself pressed against her. His voice dropped low, almost a promise whispered by a demon. “Then you'd better pray she’s alive, Celeste. Because if she’s not—” his eyes narrowed, glowing with hate, “—I’ll make sure you suffer more than death itself.” And without another word, he turned, walking away with the officers falling in behind him. — Sebastian was still brimming with fury when Marcus caught up to him by the waiting car. His chest rose and fell like a predator barely holding back another strike.

Finally, Sebastian broke the silence with a low, menacing tone. "You think you can walk away from this, Damian?" Sebastian's voice was laced with a dangerous edge. "You know what I'm capable of. Don't push me, or you'll regret it." Damian's body tensed, his eyes widening in fear and realization. He had seen the depths of Sebastian's darkness before, witnessed the lengths he would go to protect his interests. The weight of their shared secrets pressed down on him, suffocating him with the knowledge of what Sebastian was truly capable of.