Pressure Game Sebastian Novels & Stories

that mounted to the wall, a new DVD/Blu-ray player, several new games for his PlayStation3 and Xbox One, new clothes, a pair of shoes he’d told Sebastian he liked, and a variety of other things striking of his fancy. “Hm,” Sebastian said as a frown formed upon his brow. He lifted the corner of a box and looked under it. “No. Not under there.” “What?” Jaxsen asked curiously. “Nizhoni, have you seen it?” “What?” Jaxsen asked with an excited giggle recognizing the game. Sebastian smiled as Nizhoni answered, “No, I don’t see it anywhere. We did remember to pick it up, didn’t we?”

Killian tried to talk Sebastian out of it, saying he was still recovering and didn't need to attend the gym class but he has scores to settle. As soon as the game begins, Sebastian only targets Joseph. Sebastian is a decent player, not as good as Killian but definitely better than Joseph. He leaps on every opportunity that he finds and kicks the ball at Joseph each time, sometimes hitting his head, sometimes hitting his stomach. Joseph has a big ego. Sebastian is aware of that. Even when he is pained by the attacks, he will keep playing and the coach doesn't bother to play the role of an umpire dutifully, given that it wasn't a real game. Killian catches up on Sebastian's plan and starts hel

I had to look at the game like my life depended on it, or else I’d be drowning in the heat of that memory for the rest of the night. Sebastian was fast, frighteningly so. He played with the same cold, calculated precision he brought to everything else, blocking my shots with nothing more than a flick of his wrist. But I had the home-court advantage. I knew the subtle, imperfections of this specific table; I knew exactly how the puck caught the air at the edges and how the slight tilt could be used as a weapon.

"Hospital visit didn't sit too well with the press. We need to make up another game plan. Sebastian and Lucas took one of the first flights out." "Alright," I reply. "I'll be down in the lobby with my things." "Okay." I lock my phone and stare at the counter. Sebastian leaving early and not telling me about it? Not that it has anything to do with me wanting to know every step he takes, but if he makes a wrong move the press will be all over it more than they're all over him now. You wish you were all over him, don't you? "God dammit," I hiss and my faulty thoughts.

A little hellfire wasn't going to take me down. Sebastian, still recovering from his first shot, reached for his second with a slightly shaky hand. As he threw it back, a violent shiver ran through his body. His pale skin flushed, and for a moment, I wondered if I'd gone too far. But then he met my eyes again, and I saw the challenge there. He wasn't backing down. Part of me admired his stubborn pride, even as another part wanted to tell him to quit while he was ahead. Instead, I grabbed my fourth shot, ready to claim my victory. Whatever 'spoilers' I had in mind, I was looking forward to collecting.

“Young Alpha, good hustle. Young Beta, you can’t ever let an Alpha get a grasp on you. If you do, you are dead.” Sebastian looks disgusted. “Game over, Sucker,” Temperance teases as she skips away. “The Game has only just begun sweetheart,” Sebastian yells after her. “Seb,” Abner calls him over to discuss the fight and how to win in the future. Spoiler Alert, Sebastian can’t beat Temperance.

**** The next morning, I shot out of bed when I heard Stephanie screamed, "Tep!" I scrambled out of the bed just in time to see my sister's fist connect with Sebastian's jaw. His injured shoulder slammed against the door frame. "Neshara, what is this asshole doing here?!” She was winding up for another swing when I grabbed her and yanked her back. "Shh, Sevi's sleeping. Mom and Dad are going to hear you." "They're at church," my sister snapped. "Tep," Sebastian said, which was the worst possible thing he could have done.

The sound of the hit echoed through the arcade, and people started turning, whispering, watching. Sebastian wiped his mouth, looking at the smear of blood on his thumb, then back at me with that infuriating half-smile. “Still got that temper, huh? I almost missed it.” His words came out lazy, teasing, but his eyes—his damn eyes—were daring me to swing again. “You think this is a fucking game?” I barked, shoving him back once more. The arcade machine behind him rattled with the impact. “What’s your problem, bro? What the fuck do you actually want from me, man?”

Earlier, he didn’t put it on. Relief courses through me, washing away the earlier unease. He walks over with the same air of charm and sophistication that he carries so effortlessly. Our eyes meet, and I catch a fleeting glint of reassurance in his gaze. "Beautiful ladies, mind if I join the game?" Sebastian's voice is smooth, his tone casual. I know something is running through his mind. I don’t know. But I know Sebastian is on my side. I smirked devilishly. I know this is just the beginning. The game has only just started, and I intend to play it to the very end!

Oh, Jakes! I noticed that he was looking at the porn video with keen interest. His grip on the gun got weakened but not enough to pluck it from his hand. I look down at his pant. He was already hard, so hard that the hard Jeans fabric could not keep his man down any longer. I could see his eyes getting widened as the artist in the video changed their position. Fuck me! Sebastian is dead, I am all alone with a psycho with a gun in the middle of the night with a computer playing a porn video that I used my hand to play for him? There is no way I will let this happen.