Painter X Sebastian Novels & Stories

He was holding and felt like he was supporting me as I stand. As Sebastian approaches, he sits on the bed next to Xavier and he was just staring at him. I can tell that he wanted to touch him but I'm sure he was stopping himself from doing so. Sebastian's eyes wandered around Xavier's room and he stares at the picture frames aligned together one by one which showed him photos of our family. The pictures were mostly of Xavier growing up with Ben and I in it. Sebastian smiles, "I'm glad he is having a wonderful life." He turns back to Xavier and stares at him. "He looks just like you Thea."

Elizabeth and Evelyn took a taxi to the art exhibition. Standing outside the gate, Elizabeth looked at the person and name on the post and was a little stunned, "This is really Sebastian's art exhibition?" Although her major was design, she always paid attention to painting. Sebastian was a painter who suddenly became famous a few years ago, and he was known as the most talented and promising abstract painting master. There were layers of meaning in his paintings, but the tickets were hard to get. When he held painting exhibitions before, someone even said, "Can you crazy people buy the tickets slowly? I don't even know what the ticket looks like!"

He told us that he didn't have anything to do in the servant's quarters, so he came up here after stealing one of the board games displayed in our living room. The game was nearing its end, and it was Sebastian's turn to place down his letters. The game has become progressively hard since we don't have any spare letters to pick from anymore. "Arter?" I asked, tilting my head to the side in confusion. "Is that even a word?" Axel also frowned beside me. "Yeah. It's what they call people who make art," Sebastian said confidently. "That's an artist," I retorted. Sebastian stubbornly shook his head. "Then why is someone who paints called a painter? Or someone who climbs, a climber? It's obviously

Sebastian only smiled gratefully at Dexter, but he stayed silent. "205 thousand going thrice. Sold! Congratulations to this gentleman on bidding successfully for this 'Spring Mountains' painting at 205 thousand dollars!" "What a bargain!" "He's really got himself a deal!" "You're so lucky, young man. No one tried to compete with you!" The audience began heckling at once. Everyone knew that the painting wasn't even worth five thousand. Sebastian didn't argue with them. He walked quickly up to the stage and handed his bank card to the cashier. While everyone looked on, he ripped out the painting.

Seraphina sighed, clearly torn, but she didn’t press him further. The servant, who had been standing quietly, spoke up. “Sir, shall I hang the painting in your room?” Sebastian shot a glance at the painting and quickly responded, “No! It’s too gruesome.” Alessia Swift gave him the most scary present possible. Carter, looking at the painting with curiosity, asked, “Who is the painter, Sebastian?” Sebastian shrugged, his gaze lingering on the painting. “I don’t know.” “I will check,” Seraphina said after knowing the name of the painting. After a moment of searching, she looked up, her eyebrows raised. “It’s someone by the name C.T. Heart.”

Alyssa's eyes glazed over at what she read. "Oh my gosh! Is what I'm reading true?" She still couldn't believe what she read. Mr. Gregorio Santillan is a well-known great painter. Almost all of Gregorio's paintings are exhibited in art galleries, it wins an award every year. But year 2016 the artist quit because of his family’s tragedy. Alyssa suddenly felt sadness for the painter. "It's good that Mr. Gregorio looks fine," Alyssa said to herself. She was referring to the painter.

“The only thing your scepter was able to do was open the portal to get you out of the underworld. But the real power is still here. Your tool is powerless.” “He’s lying,” Erik growled. “That’s all he does is lie. Don’t listen to him.” Sebastian wasn’t planning on listening to him. “Your rein will end soon, Xander,” Sebastian growled. “You have my word on that.” He turned away; he was done with this conversation. He was getting nowhere. He walked toward the front doors, trying to keep his wolf under control. … As he went back to Raya and Arnold’s house, he saw Arnold standing before him. He hadn’t had a chance to see his beta yet and he was pleased to see that he was there and well.

he cut in. “Nice painting, you really kept this art work with you?” Sebastian said as he walked towards the painting hanging at the dinning area, everyone’s attention turned to it. Orlando massaged his temples. “Sebastian, I am trying here…” “We could have taken a multimillion dollar painting from the gallery. I mean, we already had a full proof plan and yet you fucked it up for an ordinary painting” Sebastian tentatively ran his fingers through the piece, “I mean, it is quality work but who is the artist?”

I said in a sultry voice, approaching the bed and swaying my hips, but I did not finish the sentence as Sebastian was already asleep. I sighed and pulled the covers over him. He was exhausted. The doctor’s appointment was in two hours. I got dressed and went to paint on the balcony. I lost track of time, pulled fully into the world of paint and brushes. “Beautiful painting,” Sebastian startled me. I turned to find him standing at the balcony door in jeans and a simple black t-shirt, barefoot, holding a cup of coffee. His messy brown hair shone under the sunlight, accompanied by a wild grin.

I turned to see who it was and was a bit stunned as Xavier got ushered into my office. He smiled at the guard as he left us and closed the door. He looked at me in quick observation, “I only came to say a few words and I’ll be out of here,” he said as he took root to a spot near the exit. “I’ve seen the news, and realized I have to come tell you this myself,” he began in a calm voice, his expression a matching tone. “Sebastian is not a guy that you can have. I want you to know that he doesn’t love you, and I think he has a thing for me instead.” He nodded in agreement to his own words. Attitude of a deranged fellow.