Painter X Sebastian Novels & Stories

His gaze is sharp and calculating, like he’s sizing me up for something I can’t quite figure out yet. “Thank you for coming, Miss Stephany,” Dice begins, his voice smooth but firm. “Let’s get straight to the point. I represent Mr. Sebastian Sanders here—” he gestures casually to the man sitting across from me, the coffee-spilling devil himself, who meets my gaze with a lazy indifference. Sebastian barely acknowledges Dice’s words, his dark eyes locking with mine for a fraction too long. My stomach twists uncomfortably. What is he even doing here? Dice continues, oblivious to the tension crackling in the air. “The position you’ve applied for is... unconventional.”

He also knows that a person saying something is extraordinary while standing in a room not quite managing to put the painting down is a specific kind of response and he is allowing me to have it. Helena makes a sound from the bouncer. I set the painting carefully against the leg of the coffee table, facing out, and I pick her up and hold her the way I'm holding her in the painting. It is possibly the most self-conscious thing I have ever done and Sebastian has the decency to look away. After a while I sat down. "Thank you," I say. "It was for me as much as for you," he says. "I needed to paint it." We drink our tea and don't talk about it anymore. Sebastian asks about the CFO announcement, w

Slowly, I pushed the door wider. The room welcomed me with the faint scent of oils and pigments. Canvases leaned against the walls, splashes of vibrant color everywhere, the floor littered with brushes and rags. My breath caught. And there he was. Sebastian sat on a stool before a towering canvas, his broad shoulders hunched as he dragged his brush across the surface. The light from the lamps glowed against his sharp features, softening him in a way I had never seen. He was utterly consumed, eyes fixed, movements sure, as though the world outside that canvas didn’t exist.

Sebastian's visit had brought a sense of security and hope, and I was grateful for his unwavering support during a night fraught with worry and fear. As Sebastian and I sat together, discussing the events of the night, I felt a strong urge to reclaim a sense of normalcy in my life. I confided in him about my desire to resume my artwork, a passion I had set aside amidst the chaos and fear that Kingsley's threats had brought into my life. "Sebastian," I began, hesitating slightly before continuing, "I want to start painting again. It's something that brings me relief, a way to express myself and find peace amidst the chaos."

Carol did not look up or speak when he came over, but she paused what she was doing and just stared down at the work in front of her. “That painting is beautiful. I never knew that you could do that.” Sebastian complimented. “Thanks.” “So, what do you do with the paintings you make? Do you sell them or what?” “No.” “Okay. What is going on with you? Am I bothering you?” Sebastian asked finally when it was clear that she was going to keep up with the monosyllabic answers. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Well, you’re acting strangely.” “How so?” “Well,” Sebastian began, feeling flustered. Why was he even pursuing this in the first place? “You’re sort of quiet and not as lively as you usually are

Sebastian asked without a pause. "Just answer my question," Xurden elicited him harshly. Sebastian hesitated for a split second to answer. "He's the son of the baker near here." Sebastian brushed the back of his head, showing a smile on his lips. Xurden looked at him with anger in his eyes which made him stop smiling. "He reminded me of someone. I didn't even know why I am remembering him now. I only saw him once," Xurden said to Sebastian as he turned his back from the sand. He left his assistant as he walked toward the staircase.

"Yeah." "You just keep getting better and better. You're rich, powerful, super handsome and can paint? Now I know why all genders want you." Dante joked but Sebastian didn't take it as a joke. He turned around to hide his blush. "Super handsome, huh" Sebastian mumbled, smiling smugly. Dante was totally distracted by the paintings he didn't notice Sebastian blushing secretly. "How often do you paint?" "When I have the time." "These are your works?" Dante asked, pointing to a stack of paintings by him. Sebastian nodded. Dante admired Sebastian's works one after the other. His administration wasn't hidden as he kept gasping and repeatedly complimenting the works.

After everything I’ve gone through, I’m sure I’m no longer weak. “You’re looking for information related to me, aren’t you?” I asked directly, confidently. I know Sebastian well. He has strong curiosity, and when something interests him, he will dig into anything just to put his mind at ease. He exhaled. It seemed he didn’t want to avoid my question. “Looking into that painter.” Sebastian looked reluctant to say it, touching his forehead. For a moment after hearing that, I needed time to prepare myself and to hear more. I was sure there would be many surprises waiting for me.

“Then next time you should start by scrubbing the floors and not beating up our most experienced warrior.” “Lesson learnt,” Xavier said. “Forgive me doctor. Forgive me Sebastian. How are you doing now?” “As you can see I’m okay already,” Sebastian replied attempting to stand up. “Don’t even,” the doctor warned pushing him back. “You are not strong enough.” “I’ll see you some other time,” Xavier waved at him and turned to leave. “Wait,” Sebastian called him back. Xavier turned to face him. “Yes?” “Why are you wearing my Drone X tee?” Sebastian frowned. “I saved three whole months to get it.”

King Sebastian just walked in from the bathroom, but she's so scared of looking at him. "Come here," His hoarse voice echo in her head, and she quickly stands up to her feet. She glances at him sitting on the edge of the bed with just a black towel wrapped around his waist. It's her first time seeing him naked, but admiring his perfectly built abs and the broad chest is the last thing on her mind. Why should she admire her parents' killer? "My shoulders hurt. I suppose you know how to massage?" He asks, and she slowly nods her head.