Painter X Sebastian Novels & Stories

She found that the ink drawings not only had smooth lines, but also bright and prominent colors, and the scenes in the drawings were depicted vividly. From a distance, it gives you a sense of serene and soothing beauty! They were great masterpieces. "Hubby,these are great work of arts.” She was sure that the painter was also a great person. Sebastian did not say anything, he silently held the woman's hand, still staring at a painting of a landscape in front of him. He felt a wave of Deja vu. The man's deep eyes narrowed slightly, his lips pursed and silent, his eyes deep in thought!

Sebastian glared him. "Xavier, mind your tongue boy. Stop painting everyone with the same brush. Earlier also you insulted James but that doesn't mean I will tolerate your shits. Don't forget who I am." Sebastian growled at him. Xavier looked at him with narrowed eyes. But then a deep throaty chuckle escaped his lips. "You are damn right, how can I forget a person who destroyed my entire life." He rasped. Sebastian became shocked by his words. Elijah kept quiet as he watched the drama silently.

Her efforts impressed many clients. One evening, while sorting through some old files, Chloe discovered one of Sebastian’s paintings tucked in a portfolio. It was an impressive piece, using deep blue and golden hues to convey both chaos and calm. Feeling delighted, Chloe took a quick photo and shared it online with the caption: Who knew Sebastian Vaughn loved painting? Hidden talent unlocked! She didn't think much of it, but soon her phone was buzzing with messages. In less than an hour, the local art scene was buzzing about it. Comments poured in, praising the painting and asking where they could purchase it or if Sebastian was taking custom orders.

The mattress shifted behind me. "His work must be good." His voice sounded much closer this time. I looked up through the mirror and realized he had already crossed the room without me noticing. Sebastian stood behind me now, tall and devastatingly handsome in nothing but low-slung sweatpants, his sleepy expression softened by the morning light spilling through the curtains. “Good is an understatement,” I said with a soft laugh. "His work is brilliant. He’s one of my favorite artists." “Really?” His hands settled slowly onto my shoulders before gliding upward to rest lightly against the sides of my neck.

He says through clenched teeth, but River is oblivious to the man's pain in seeing him arrive with Anthony- to see another man close to him. "See anything you're planning on purchasing so far?" Sebastian hesitates, but he shakes himself out of it when he captures himself staring at River. "Not yet. You?" "I'm just here for the scenery. I don't think I will be able to afford any of this stuff." River eyes the painting again, his eyes intent, focused. "This one looks a bit familiar." He says, and Sebastian walks up to glance at it. "That's because I painted it ten years ago." A familiar voice speaks behind River, who pales before he even turns to see James standing behind him and Sebastian.

But Sebastian didn’t want them both in the first place, what else was she supposed to do? It took the metallic taste of blood for her to stop and think, “I did and still am doing the right thing. It’s up to him to do his part.” >>> Sebastian walked closer to the painting. He never really paid attention to the decor in his home, even back when he was still married. And when Andrea left, he didn’t bother changing one thing. It wasn’t like the house furniture and accessories were connected to her. But as he approached, the lighting helped him see better. That the painting was different from the others. There was more life to it than the abstract paintings beside it. Plus he recognized that view

Sebastian walked closer towards the painting, focusing on the areas where Luna was pointing to. “At first, I thought they were painter’s marks but the more I looked at them, the more deliberate they seemed. Like hidden details—meant to be unseen.” Sebastian bent down slightly, his fingers brushing the edge of the canvas. His eyes narrowed as he tried to see what Luna saw. After a few minutes, he saw it. The patterns became clear. “Wow! I’ve seen this painting my whole life and I never noticed these patterns. Whoever painted this must have been a genius. Hiding patterns like these in plain sight is genius.” He stated.

Xavier got back to the car where Sebastian was waiting for him. Sebastian chuckled lightly after seeing the look on Xavier face when Xavier got into the car. "You should have gone instead" Xavier said adjusting himself on the seat. "I'd take it that he was worse than what you researched on him right?" Sebastian said starting the car. "I've finally seen someone who's more self absorbed than you are. I should have congratulated him" Xavier muttered. "I'm not like that and you know it." Sebastian retorted as they headed back home. "Any news on Matteo yet?" Xavier asked. "No" Sebastian answered.

he said. I felt chills ride down my spine. His eyes were golden. An intense, deep, sunset color that stared on without emotion. They were empty. Hollow. “Don’t push her,” said Lucas. “She’s had quite the day already. You should learn some patience, Sebastian.” “Patience is a luxury that I can not currently afford,” said Sebastian. “I don’t have much time here.” Lucas chuckled, and this time there was a sudden warmth to it. “Since when were you and Xavier so alike? Such busy leaders you are. Am I the only one who still likes to have some fun in this life?”

No one had ever shown as much interest in her life as Sebastian did. “I insist,” “Okay,” she mumbled softly and walked over to him, removing the cover from her canvas. Sebastian’s eyes were locked on her latest piece while Larissa kept her gaze fixed on the floor. “You’re right, it’s not good enough. It’s stunning!” Sebastian’s eyes stayed on the lovers in the painting, surrounded by blood and chaos.