Sean Novels & Stories

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

“Oh-“ Sean said, coming back to reality. “I’m fine grandma, I was just thinking-“ “About Camille? That’s her name, yes?” she asked, smiling. Sean grunted and glared at his grandma. “Yes, that’s her name. Camille Riley.” “Aww. My grandson is really in love!” She squirmed, her face shining brightly. Sean’s face was turning red for reasons best known to his cheeks. He brought out his phone and fixed his eyes on it.

"You bastard! Respect my mom for once, can't you!" Sean got up unhappily. He attacked and slammed Theo in an instant. His fist hit the adonis' face with force. "I told you, she's your mom too. You want to meet Maple, don't you? Fine. I'll help." Sean continued to throw punches, even though he knew Theo wasn't putting up any resistance. What did Sean care? His hatred was breeding, even ingrained. He wanted Theo dead and hoped the man could convey his longing for Maple.

Angeline said, smiling. "Don't call me 'Mr. Steele', either, then! That sounds too formal. Just call me Kieron or Ronnie. That's what my friends call me," Kieron said, laughing. Even from a distance, Angeline spotted Sean immediately. He was wearing a casual navy blue shirt, casual shorts, and a pair of sunglasses. He leaned lazily against the railings. He was holding a wine glass in the same hand that he had his watch on. His other hand gripped his phone tightly as he held it to his ear. He was on a phone call.

Leo asked the other person. Sean is a good friend of Leo from the past. They are not just good friends, they are best friends. Sean is the only person who is in contact with Leo after he left that life behind. Sean used to work in the FBI before. But once when he was chasing a kidnapper, he was shot near his leg and his kneecap was permanently damaged. He can walk, but he was deemed unfit to work in the FBI. So he retired early and opened his own private investigation company after that. "Man, that accident was meant for your assistant. She was the target" Sean reve

You are not supposed to be here you need to leave right away,” ” Then where did he go? Is he in a meeting? I will wait right here for him ” Carmen asked furiously. ” Sean is out of the country, ” they heard a voice from behind and they both turned around. ” Where did he go? When is he coming back? I need to speak to him urgently,” Carmen asked impatiently. " Sean left for Australia the previous morning, I don't know when he's coming back but my instincts tell me it will take pretty long before he gets back ” Sonny smirked mischievously.

Darius: Patience had never been one of my strengths. And lately, it was wearing thin. Selene was slipping further from my grasp with each passing day. An Omega. An Omega. She was becoming one of them, and this alone was enough to enrage me. The word alone made my wolf snarl in contempt as I knew that if her wolf eventually forced her to submit to Liam, I was going to lose control completely.

Sawyer looked at him like he was the most important person in the whole world. And that special drink tasted so great. Sean never drinks strong liquor, but that sweet fruit mix felt warm and nice in his throat. It felt like it was made just for him. But Sean is just a hidden mafia heir who hides from the world. Sawyer Brennan is the big heir to the Brennan Syndicate. He is tall and scary, and all the syndicate employees jump fast when he looks at them. Why is Sean's heart going thump-thump so fast right now? Sean looks at his face in the mirror. His cheeks are super

At 23, she had thought she might grow a bit taller, but her 5'2" frame stubbornly remained. She had a petite but curvy figure, a body that made her look softer than she felt inside. Her hair—thick, wild, and as red as fire—cascaded down her back in unruly curls. It was impossible to tame, impossible to hide. Her brown eyes, large and expressive, often betrayed her emotions before she could mask them. Right now, they were filled with nervous energy as she focused on the ticket scanner in front of her. She bit down on her full lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. "Alright," the woman continued, pointing towards a section of the venue. "So, when guests come in, you scan their

A classification report in human form. Karl steepled his fingers, studied Sean’s younger face, and tapped a key. The screen minimized into a dark, waiting arc. Without turning, he spoke. “I’ve already assembled a team. I would very much like you to be the final piece.” In the doorway, Sean didn’t move past the threshold. Coat on, the stale ghosts of cigarettes and beer clinging. His eyes swept the philosophers, the trophy bottles, the immaculate wealth. He didn’t sit. “Not interested,” he said.