Novel & Cerita Mad Hatter Sebastian Stan

A subtle narrowing of his eyes as he scanned the long table and its silver-lined plates. His posture remained noble, regal even, but his fingers were clenched just a fraction too tight around the back of his chair. He was calculating. And for once, I had given him something to calculate. “Is she dead?” Councilman Farris barked, voice cracking from age and too much brandy. “We were promised stability, not sabotage!” “She’s not dead,” Sebastian said sharply, the tension in his voice quickly masked by a tight smile. “Just… sensitive to certain ingredients, it seems.”

The music was blasting in the background, people were busy dancing and drinking. "Who is the mystery girl, Damen?" James leaned in and wiggled his eyebrows. "James! Shove off." They both laughed. After a moment he started saying "I don't know... I mean, uh..." He shrugged and took another sip. "WHAT??” James questioned with wide eyes. Damen shrugged again and didn’t say anything for several moments. “Why do always have to dramatically exaggerate your sentences, huh?" James hit his shoulder. "She looked like Marissa to me." He finally spoke.

"Just like this, the hate and disgust in her eyes shred my heart. I don't care how much she insults me or humiliates me anymore, but I can't tolerate that hate in her eyes. I can't. I can't tolerate the distance between us anymore." Darren unhurriedly stood up from his seat staring at Sebastian in disbelief. He looked crazy. A pure psycho. Sebastian was never much sane when it comes to having battles but right now Darren was stunned, he never had seen this side of Sebastian. He looked obsessed. "Sebastian." He whispered making Sebastian walk closer to him with a psychotic smile plastered on his lips. "I want her Darren. I want Bella. I want Bellaria Hayes to become Sebastian's Bella." Darren

“You need to leave this house. Today. I’ll make arrangements for a proper nanny, someone with the credentials and experience necessary to…” “She is going nowhere.” Sebastian’s voice cut through the room like steel. We all turned to see him standing in the doorway, his face expressionless but his eyes blazing. He was dressed for the day in dark slacks and a crisp white shirt, but there was nothing composed about his energy. “Sebastian, darling, I know you’ve grown… attached,” Madam Estelle said, her tone softening into something manipulative. “But surely you can see…” “I see perfectly well.” He stepped into the room, his gaze never leaving his grandmother’s face.

“YES.” “No.” “Mommy.” “Poppy.” “This might be for my mental health.” “It’s a plastic castle, not therapy.” Sebastian stood near the entrance, hands in the pockets of his dark gray sweatpants, his dark hair still slightly damp after his shower, his plain white T-shirt far too simple for someone who still managed to look like an expensive watch ad without wearing a watch. He looked at the box, then at me. “She lost a Barbie in a dinosaur attack,” he said.

“Come in,” Cahir answered the door meanwhile, I was already burrowing into his skin. My hands found their way around his neck and I pressed my scrunched face into his chest as I awaited whoever it was on the other side of the door. Another assassin/kidnapper disguised as room service? “Alpha.” A familiar voice greeted. I raised my head from Cahir’s chest to see a raggedy-looking Sebastian enter the room. His hair was sticking out in spikes, clothes dishevelled with what looked like puke on them, and his mismatched shoes.

"Asshole!," I muttered angrily. "Jackass! Motherfucker! How dare he just do that?" I paced back and forth. "Can you just shut up for a minute?," Sebastian snapped. I stoped pacing and glanced over at him. "I can't find anything on him!" "Can't we just rip apart his body and shove his limbs down his throat?," I seethed "He's dead," Sebastian stated. "Dickhead had a lucky escape."

he asked casually. Her eyes lit up as she rattled off the names of four or five celebrities. "They're all male?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. And let me tell you, they're all handsome in their own way. Like Ryan Summers—he's got that sweet, puppy-dog vibe, and those big, innocent eyes are just the cutest…" He urged, "Why'd you stop?" "Uh… It's just… You look really pissed." Sebastian asked, "Do I?" Madison didn't respond.

she asked while slapping Matilda on face. “I will cut it open” she said while touching her stomach weirdly. “No” screams Matilda. Tristana turned towards the table and brought a sharp instrument to cut her stomach open. “No, I will not let you touch my baby” she screams. ******* “We have to make an early move, Tristana is the psychopath, she became insane after her fiance’s death” said Sebastian who arrived in his airplane. “Tristana? But she was the woman I was covering for Matilda” said Easton, stunned.

“Hmmm,'' Sebastian nodded in agreement. “I hated him for more than ten years because I thought he abandoned us but I was wrong and I would have continued to hate him if I hadn't heard Charlotte talking about it with him.” “I’m sorry to say that Mr Gerano is one sick man. How was he able to tolerate all those years of hatred?” “Well in case you have forgotten, madness runs in our family,” Sebastian reminded. “Ah yes, yes it does,” Diego agreed and chuckled. So what are we going to do now?” he asked. “I don’t know but for now, how about we relieve the good old days,” Sebastian said as he got up and tossed Diego a game controller. “You are terrible at this game. I always beat you.”