Painter X Sebastian Novels & Stories

The massive tub filled quickly, steam rising. Sebastian added something that made the water smell like eucalyptus and mint. They climbed in together, Kai between Sebastian's legs, back against his chest. "Tell me about your art," Sebastian said, hands massaging Kai's shoulders. "What?" "Your art. I've seen a few pieces from your last show online, but I want to hear you talk about it. What drives you?" It was such a normal question, so at odds with what they'd been doing. But Kai found himself answering, talking about light and shadow, about trying to capture emotion in color.

He wanted to darken the sun on his painting, giving it a richer tone. "Cerlance is a good boy, Philly." "We're all good boys, Ma. But talk to your son, alright? I heard he was having a threesome in his car." "Threesome?" she asked, clearly confused. He laughed even more at her innocent reaction. "Just G****e it, Ma." His gaze drifted from the painting and settled on the sea. A mermaid, huh? he thought. If such a thing existed, I’d take one home and—

After an hour of painting him, I yawned and my brush suddenly fell on the floor and bend to get it, but after I take it and decides to stand up, Mister Sebastian is already behind me, his eyes is looking at my cleavage and he slowly tucked my hair, I feel so nervous now and my breathing is so heavy, I want to run but I am paralyzed. “You are a great artist…” he said with a calm voice. I gulped and nodded my head while not having eye contact with him.

The way they move is mesmerizing, each with their own unique style and strength. Xander’s all broad shoulders and rugged strength, his dark brown hair messy as usual, his expression serious and focused. He’s built like an Alpha, just like his father: tall, muscular, with those strong, angular features that seem to scream authority. Then there’s Sebastian, and it’s almost eerie how similar they are. They move with the same powerful grace, like two sides of the same coin, but where Xander is dark and brooding, Sebastian is lighter, both in hair and demeanour. His sandy blond hair catches the early morning light as he runs, and there’s something effortlessly confident about the way he moves.

Xavier shot the others meaningful looks, hinting at them to make space for Sebastian. Sebastian sat beside Ruth and deliberately observed Ruth. He had butterflies in his stomach. She looked beautiful. She had a fair complexion and thin lips. Her bust was well-developed as well. He guessed that she was a C-cup at least, and it seemed to him that she was still growing. Sebastian had asked Xavier to introduce him to a beautiful girl last night. Xavier had sent him a photo of Ruth. Because of that, Xavier could barely sleep. Now that he had met her, he thought that she looked prettier than her photo.

Sebastian dips his paintbrush in the red paint and starts painting the car, which looks like a red sack of potatoes, but even then that is better than a man's penis. I walk away, holding out my wet palm in front of me in disgust. ** "You did that on purpose!" I snap. Sebastian stares at me in disbelief, but frankly I'm not concerned with his feelings. What I'm more concerned with his the poor boy who didn't get his rocket ship.

the voice said from behind me. I could hear the footsteps of the man approaching closer to me as he stopped immediately. He stood beside me. I turned to see who had spoken, and a man stood beside me, his eyes fixed on the painting. "I'm Sebastian, a lover of art," he said, extending a hand towards me with a smile. Oh my God!!! Was I supposed to take his hands, I muttered. I didn't take his hand, instead staring at him with a smile. He noticed my hesitation and withdrew his hand, coughing awkwardly, before speaking again.

he asked after careful thought. Ezrah brought out his ID, and so did Lake. Sebastian took shots and sent them to his lawyer and dad. “I’ve sent it to my lawyer and my dad. Should anything happen to me, you two will be held responsible.” “We only came to talk,” Ezrah said politely. Sebastian let them into his living room, and the first thing that caught both Ezrah and Lake’s attention was the huge painting of a man and a woman on the wall. That red hair was extremely familiar. “You know Piper too?” Ezrah asked, his expression unreadable, as he glared at the painting.

“You’ve already lost me. I don’t understand you anymore. " “Sebastian Gallagher runs a genetics company called GenetiX, which has a hidden part besides drugs and treatments that could treat or prevent serious diseases. He wants to perfect a serum whose ingredients could speed up the healing process of serious wounds caused in ... werewolves!” I whispered as I approached, not to speak too loudly. However, my confession aroused the laughter of my friend.

Sebastian said, "I've thought about it. I'm willing to work with you." He paused, letting the words hang. "But only on one condition." "Name it," Xavier said, voice tight. Sebastian smiled, sharp and cool."You follow my lead." I could practically feel Xavier's ego flinch. Working with his romantic rival? Barely tolerable. Taking orders? No chance. "We can collaborate," Xavier said stiffly." But what makes your judgment better than mine?" Sebastian let out a long, pointed sigh. "You're being petty, Alpha Xavier. Go home. Sleep on it."