Mad Hatter Sebastian Stan Novels & Stories

“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.”

Sweet Bastard::: Clearing his throat, he gestured for Serena, " Let me walk you over to your office" Serena smiled at him, nodding her head as they both walked out. His office was next to hers, they both entered and Serena was awe at how beautiful and we'll organized it was. "Do you like it?" Mitch asked, seeing the look of surprise on her face. "Yes, this is beautiful" Serena replied, her hands slowly slid across the obviously expensive leather table, a computer was already connected next to some files on the table, the files and books on the shelf were neatly arranged and some flower vase positioned in the right places.

Heck, I am someone who stays in the present all the time. "Nothing. I was just curious about everyone on the stage. You know that I have never seen them before," I replied, trying to act normal, and force a smile, and I knew for sure that it was awkward. "Oh them! We have seen them a lot before," Stella said with a smile, turning to look at the stage. Her smile widened, as she continued, "Mr. Black is my favorite one out of everyone there!" "You have seen him before?" I asked, confused, even though I knew very well that her father was one of William's business partners.

Even the stoic technical director awkwardly made the shape of a heart with his hands. The final shot was that of an empty night sky with Liam's monologue over it. “Anise, you told me you were not a fan of grand, public displays…” The angle shifted to reveal Liam on screen. He had changed out of his white coat into a simple shirt. He held a potted plant of green ivy, which Anise regularly joked was slowly dying. “Which is why I figured you’d prefer something like this more than roses.” With that, he lifted the plant from the pot and revealed a diamond ring buried under the soil.

I just stared at him. "Feeling self-conscious? Too late for regret. I wouldn't allow a woman this beautiful to remain with a man incapable of bringing her happiness. The thought's too painful to bear," he said. He glanced at Hera, and his eyes softened. "Dumbfuck," I muttered, turned on my heels, and walked away. … Bastien stiffened, bemused. Only after Sebastian had walked far did he finally snap out of his confusion and snarl, "Asshole!" "Ignore him, Bastien," Hera called out. "Thank you for driving me here. Sorry you had to see all that."

Third Person POV "Hello Sir, I am so happy our plan worked. I think they are getting along." She hid in one of the washroom cubicles, taking advantage of her madam being busy with a client. "Did you see the footage? the elevator door opened with madam in Mr. Cohen's arms." She uttered cheerfully. "Yes dear we saw it. But I am afraid it is not what it looks like. They were literally at the point of cutting each other's head off."

"Can't you hear me, you dirty little whore. Are you deaf as well as infected with some kind of STD?" Suddenly, I felt a hand grab a fistful of my hair. My scalp burned in pain and Cassie pulled my head upwards to face hers. The hate in her eyes was sizzling hot and I could feel them burning through my soul. I swallowed hard and quivered slightly. What had I done to deserve this? "Listen you bitch. I see the way that you are around Logan. The way you look at him and talk to him and touch him. He is mine. Do I make myself clear? I want you to stay the hell away from him or I will make your life a misery."

Beta Matthew seemed confused. “Yes, he ordered his men to kill my mother,” I mumbled in pain. “Really? I wasn't aware of that.” He frowned and went into deep thought for a moment before he sighed. “It’s your decision, and I won’t force you to do what you don’t want, okay?” He assured me, and I nodded. “Our main target is to find Elisa's killer, and the number one suspect is her longtime boyfriend, Anthony. My spies are already working on him, and if they find nothing, then we will look into the number two suspect,” he declared, and I became curious.

However, as if heaven gave a chance to bless the event, it opened; giving the warm light that will energize the enthusiastic players. From the sky down to the green ground, Chandler’s eyes went to Adam, who was wearing a red bandana around his head. Maybe because of Adam’s skin which is as white as milk, he's the first one who can steal anyone's tracks. "Wow, your son's skin is dazzling," Jericho said, teasing Sebastian. Sebastian replied, “It runs in the genes.” With an unsatisfied grin, Jericho looked at Sebastian and his pale skin. “Brett looks good in black,” Sebastian said. In an instant, they looked directly towards the Alpha of the Holmes.

“One by one, I’ll tear down your walls, Valen. And when you have nothing left, I’ll take what should have been mine.” Sebastian rose from his chair and walked to the large mirror on the opposite wall. His reflection stared back at him—a man of sharp angles and cold beauty. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his suit tailored to perfection, but it was his eyes that stood out. They were black as night, filled with the kind of hatred that could consume worlds. He smirked at himself, running a hand down his crisp lapel. “You’re not so untouchable, are you, dear brother?”