Sean Novels & Stories

The university was not far from their place, just a short bike ride away, and Sean had made it a tradition to pick Lareina up whenever they had class. Sean stood tall, his physique lean yet athletic from years of casual sports. His sun-kissed skin gave him a healthy glow that contrasted with the softness of his features. His expressive eyes, clear and deep, often reflected the sincerity of his heart, and his warm, captivating smile had a reputation of its own. Many said it was enough to brighten a gloomy day. Talented, approachable, and effortlessly charming, Sean was well-loved by most people he

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

He asked, confused, “I don't think I…..” “Now let me introduce you both again, father this is my son Fabio,” Fabio smiled and took Sean's hands, “Ciao Grandpa. I am Fabio.” Mr Sean smiled, “Well hello to you too, he is a smart boy.” Mr Sean said with a wide smile. Daniel turned to me, placing his hands on my waist. I turned to see Mr Sean’s expression was full of shock, “and this is my first and still my love Lisa.” Mr Sean was so shocked that he lost his balance but his guard was quick to catch him before he fell down, “Lisa? So you

The faint light of the wall lamp shone obliquely on Sean from behind, making his figure seem even taller and more erect in the light as he stood in front of the French window in the bedroom. Unlike Tony’s mixed-race-like nobleness and elegance, Sean’s facial features belonged to a more typical Asian. His high brow ridge made his eyes look very refined, and the thin lips below his tall nose had a heartless and unfeeling quality similar to Tony’s. However, compared to Tony’s impassiveness, Sean’s iciness was immature and partly affected. Perhaps Sean can become someon

Ryan Lennox. The name alone sent a forbidden thrill through Sean’s veins. Twenty-two years old, majoring in literature with a sharp, rebellious mind that constantly challenged him. Ryan wasn’t just brilliant—he was dangerously magnetic. Lean but athletic from years on the university swim team, with tousled dark hair that fell into hazel eyes full of mischief, and a mouth that curved into smirks far too knowing for his age. He sat in the front row every lecture, legs spread just enough to draw Sean’s gaze, lips parting around thoughtful (or deliberately provocative) questions.

My lips tightened, "How did you even get here?” Before he could answer, another voice came from behind me. “Rebel?” Sean was standing at the entrance. Of course he had followed me after all. His green eyes wandered from me to Marcus. He studied him for a moment before stepping forward. “Hi,” Sean said calmly. “I'm Sean Kane.” Marcus glanced at him. Then he smiled and extended his hand. “Marcus.” They shook hands. “I've heard your name a lot since I've gotten to this town ” Marcus said.

I said, unsure if I wanted to grimace or laugh along with him. Sean turned to face me fully, holding out his hand like we were meeting for the first time. “Alright, then. Let’s fix that. Hi, I’m Sean,” he said, a playful smile on his face. “Only child, raised by my dad after my mom passed away. He’s a government official, so... pretty straight-laced upbringing.” He sat there, hand outstretched, smile warm and inviting. And for a moment, I froze, staring at it like it was some kind of trap.

"What do you think?" My fork nearly slipped from my hand. "Mommy, that's embarrassing. I don't want a match." "Just get to know him," she insisted gently. "If you don't like him, then that's perfectly fine." "The young man is the son of my closest friend," Uncle Greg added. "He studied in Switzerland too. His name is Sean. He's polite, well-mannered, a true gentleman. Theo knows him well, right, Son?" At that, I finally looked at Theo. I was not mistaken. There was something dark in his expression, something sharp. Annoyance flickered across his face before he could hide it.

I wondered what the problem he saw around that the rest of the tourists and I did not see. "Ladies and gentlemen," Sean started to speak, running his eyes from left to right with full confidence, "good morning." I noticed that Sean posed an authoritative air because all heads turned in his direction, giving him full attention. In a modulated voice, he continued."I am Sean Mark Grey of Thomas and Albert Group of Companies." I heard people gasped as they perhaps saw him on television and in magazines. Or, maybe, some of them here were businessmen who knew many of those autocratic figures in the busi

Her eyes roamed across the empty bedroom, searching for Liam. He had promised to send her home in the morning. Just then, the door to the room opened, and a tall man entered the room. To her surprise, it wasn’t Liam. He was about 182 centimeters tall, had dark black hair, and a bulky built. There were many small tattoos on his neck, and his nose and ears were pierced. He looked somewhat familiar, but Nora couldn’t point where. She looked at him gingerly as he walked towards the couch. “Hi, I’m Sean.” He greeted her and took a seat opposite her.