Pressure Game Sebastian Novels & Stories

“You timed this.” Sebastian smiled. “Of course.” “You’re enjoying this,” Aria said quietly. Sebastian nodded. “I won’t insult you by pretending otherwise.” He clasped his hands together. “Julian played chess. Damian played war. You—” He paused, eyes glinting. “You played truth.” Aria’s jaw tightened. “And you play what? Savior?” Sebastian laughed softly. “God, no. Heroes get crucified. I play survivor.” He slid a slim folder across the table.

"Your account ending in 7758 has a balance of 1,661,782.35$. [Chase ]" In just five hours, Sebastian had earned over 1.6 million $. Thankfully, Sebastian was a reincarnator; otherwise, he would have probably headed to a nightclub to celebrate. Having experienced his past life, Sebastian viewed this money with composure. He opened the game's official website and placed an order for a gaming cabin. Why wait to spend money when you have it now? In a few years, real-world money would likely depreciate significantly. Sebastian skipped the standard and luxury options and directly selected the top-tier gaming cabin, ordering two of them: one for himself and one for Isabella.

"Edgar..." Damn it! Sebastian jolted, startled, and heartily gulped down more than half his whiskey. It must be the dead of night, and he was too lonely. Sebastian walked into the bedroom, sat in front of his computer, and launched a game. After playing a few rounds, he kept getting stuck with noob teammates. Sebastian was incredibly frustrated. He decided to see if any friends were online to play with. "Your Lightning Caroline..." Sebastian thought he was having another episode, seeing things, and rubbed his eyes. Driven by some impulse, he clicked on the nickname's profile, and accidentally, he invited the person to play. In the blink of an eye, [The player accepted your invitation.]

My heart was beating fast. Sebastian leaned over the wall, and his big hands were gripping the top of the partition. The bright lights showed the lines of his face, and his dark eyes were staring right at me. I could feel the heat from his gaze in the cold air. He. His voice was loud and clear, even with all the noise from the crowd. "Play hard, husband," Sebastian said, his voice low and strong. "If we lose this game, Devereux will get what he wants."

The afternoon of the championship game, I waited outside the players’ entrance behind the arena. Sebastian stepped out of his car in partial practice gear, his hair still damp from the shower and an equipment bag slung over one shoulder. The second he saw me, his expression changed. “What are you doing here?” “I came to send you off,” I said. “I thought you might be nervous.” “I’m not nervous.” “You’re lying.” A smile tugged briefly at the corner of his mouth, but he did not argue. He dropped the equipment bag beside his feet and looked at me for a moment like he still could not quite believe I was actually staying.

Their eyes were glued to the television, they held onto the game controller pad firmly with their hands as if their lives depended on it. Sebastian’s eyes were wide open and his legs were spread open in anxiety. His car was in front of Stephanie’s but he wasn’t quite satisfied before she was catching up with him very fast. Stephanie laughed loudly as she saw how Sebastian struggled hard to keep his position in front of her. She was about to talk when Sebastian’s phone made a loud noise. He startled in fear of his ringtone, and the pad fell from his hand.

He took the paper quickly and took it under the table, opening it without Amelia noticing. "Will you shut the fuck up and talk about something else?! You talking about Lupe on your date with Amelia is so wrong! Get that into your head dumbass!" This was definitely from Rieka. Sebastian quickly folded the paper and put it into his pocket. He cleared his throat and rubbed his palms together before speaking. "Ermm, so.. how has your stay in the pack been- sorry I mean the date, you're really beautiful and Rieja did a good job! Sorry!!" He shook his head gently before continuing. "I mean an amazing job!"

Sebastian asked, sneering. Gabe clenched his teeth. He couldn't embarrass himself in public. If he remained silent, everyone would think that he really was afraid of Sebastian. If so, the reputation of the Pinnacle Sect would be ruined. "Young man! You only won once. Why are you so cocky?" Gabe clasped his hands behind his back, putting on a haughty air. He had put his hands behind his back so that people wouldn't see his hands trembling. "Well, come and defeat me, then!" Sebastian said, smiling broadly. He clasped his hands behind his back as well.

I was even surprised he thought he could hold out on me for long on something that concerned Elara. "Start talking. Antonio, get me a chair" I ordered, and a chair was brought to me by Antonio. I sat down opposite George as blood mixed with saliva poured from his mouth; his lips had a large cut, and one of his eyes had already turned purple. He didn't look like the man who had once been my right-hand man, thinking about how I treated him better than Antonio. "Sebastian is in town. He wants to use Elara to get to you; I didn't have the details. The only thing I told them was about the pregnancy and where Maera lived." He said, gasping for air as more blood poured out of his nose.

“I get to watch the men who killed my Leo burn. That’s all I want.” The door clicked shut. Ryan leaned back, the smile still on his lips. The trap was set. But in the hallway, Sebastian didn’t head for the exit. He pulled out his phone, his hands steady now, and sent a single, coded text. He put the phone away, his face an unreadable mask…The real game had just begun.