Sean Novels & Stories

Stupid fan! “Six, why are you here?” the guy asked. His number one fan was right about him being Spanish. “Well, I’m here to get breakfast, but I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” Six replied. “I'm actually meeting someone in your life?” the guy scowled. “Trust me, I'm just as shocked that I’m doing this. Rochelle Solano, meet Five. Five, Rochelle,” Six introduced Prominent, I repeat.. “Really?” I couldn't help but giggle. “I feel like I’m missing something here,” Five admitted.

He made a gesture to hint at Elior to leave. He wanted to rest. He wanted to have a healthy body so that he could grow old with that woman. After Elior left Stewart manor, Sean went to the study. He had a Weibo account. He had just registered for one recently. He logged in and in a flash, his profile was flooded with curses. He scanned through it absent-mindedly and stopped reading. 19:31 Under Sean’s profile, there was a new post. ‘I, Sean Stewart, only have one wife. Her name is Jane Dunn.’

She picked up a bun and was about to take a bite when someone held her arm and stopped her mid-way. "They're not for you Miss Mendez." Lilian turned to see who dared to stop her from eating this delicious and abandoned bun. She saw a handsome face with deep chestnut eyes and blonde hair. He wasn't as old as Antonio but was about Damian's age, give or take a few. He looked very much American, like your typical New Yorker. "And you are?" asked Lilian rudely. "Mr. Sean, Jason Sean. But I prefer to be called by my surname actually. Lilian looked at the handsome young chef and pulled her arm out of his grip. He didn't hold on to her

They also started a research into the identity of Sean and also the man's past. "Sean is the son of a supermarket owner in one of the cities of New York, he is a basketball player who is always praised by Emily. And, Emily used to love him," Glen paused for a moment while reading a piece of information he had gotten for now. Instantly he turned to Rose for a moment, "Should we send everything to Liam?" "Why?" asked Rose later. "You must understand what's in my brain," Glen muttered then. "Hm, Liam won't be jealous like that. But, just try asking first to make sure everything," said Rose and after that Glen returned to typing a m

Sean said half-jokingly, "Would you believe me if I were to tell you I'm his boss?" "You're his boss?" Cecilia's eyes widened in surprise. She murmured, "But I heard Diego Black's the one behind him." Sean laughed. "What if I were to tell you that Diego's also a subordinate of mine?" Cecilia could tell he was joking. She smiled. "You're really funny." "I think so, too." Sean continued laughing. "Oh, right. I still don't know your name." "Me?" Sean smiled. "You can call me Lake—"

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

He said, raising an eyebrow at me. “She can't blow a punch for her own good, she's not going to be able to save herself if something happens to her, and it was nothing but me training her to know how to sustain herself. As you might know, she is my Luna by name. But that's it. It's just going to be something by name.” I said, and he sighed.

Damian was just too inhumane. "It's true. I have early-stage liver cancer," Sean said, suddenly feeling a lump in his throat. He felt as though his soul had just left his body. "Heard that, darling?"

Vivian nodded, her agreement silent but firm. “Seraphina! My darling~” a cheerful voice called from the doorway, breaking the tense atmosphere. It was Sean, his presence a ray of sunshine cutting through the gloom. He was always open about his feelings for Seraphina, his affection evident in every word and gesture. Sean Alberts has blue eyes, blonde hair, and fair skin. He is always energetic and a good cook, frequently preparing food for Seraphina, who consistently appreciates his cooking.

This only fuels my flirtatious banter with Sean further. I make my way to the bar alongside Sean, and he orders a drink for me. Engaging in conversation, I find his sense of humor particularly appealing. Despite the age gap between us, I sense a potential compatibility with him. "I gather your father and uncle aren't too fond of me," Sean remarks, taking a sip of his wine as his gaze shifts to my father. I follow his line of sight, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me.