Sebas Novels & Stories

In this tranquil moment, Sebastian felt understood. **************************************

“You don't have to worry about anything… I'll handle this matter myself…those shares will be mine,” Sebastian said with a smirk as he sat there sipping on his whiskey calmly. He had one of David's directors, Jorge Milan, sitting there as the two men enjoyed their quiet afternoon. Jorge was an elderly man with bright silver hair, medium fat, and was slightly short.

⁠ "Boss, you've read i⁠t three tim‌e⁠s." "Read it again!" ‌G​iovanni sighed‍ and han​ded‍ him the tabl​et. Lore‍nzo scrolled through the data. * Name: Sebast‍ian S​t. Clai​r. * Assets: $4.2 Billi⁠on. * Know⁠n Ass​ociates: Arms dealers i​n Suda‌n. C‌artel lea⁠ders in Mexi⁠co.

“ A pet for the dragons, can she handle us though?” His hands goes higher and I bite my lip harder. Santino’s hand on my left thigh massages the inside of my thigh and Maximo spreads my thigh adding more space between my legs. “ I guess we will find out, for now. I will try not to burn her alive.” Maximo growls before he puffs some air on my face and disappears before my sight. Santino lets go of me too and sits back on his seat, he looks out at the vast land they own.

Martha said that out of curiosity. "Seb? I haven't heard of that name before. Who is he?" Beth curiously asked. She was just thirteen years old back then so she won't remember. "Kyle Sebastian, Seb for short, is the only son of the former right-hand of Senior Enrico. He was their scholar." "What happened to him? How about his family? Where are they now?" Beth asked out of confusion and curiosity. After hearing his name, the smile on my lips faded and turned into a frown. I became speechless for a moment and I don't know what to think. After almost ten years of not hearing any news from him, hearing his name now brought chills into my system.

“Fine, just make sure you didn’t delete anything in that USB.” “Of course, I won’t do that. All that I want is to have something to threaten you with so you don’t have to worry about anything.” “Then good. Let’s start your nonsense now. I still have to send Seb the next chapters of my story at ten.” Mira then looked at me skeptically, “You know what, I’m curious about that Seb. Is his name really Seb?” “Sebastian Sinclair. He’s my editor.” “Sebastian Sinclair? Sunny, you should be careful with men you know, he might do something shady when he gets to be alone with you.”

A photo of Sebastian is all I see in front of me, though honestly speaking it's far from disappointing. "Sebastian Harrison, twenty eight years old, born October 14th, 1986 in Los Angeles, California to the proud parents of Garrett Harrison and Fiona Harrison, now Fiona Vaun. When Sebastian was thirteen, him, his older brother William and older sister Elizabeth moved to Tennessee to live with their mother after their parents' divorce, visiting their dad in L.A. during the summer. Sebastian quickly moved back to sunny ole California when he turned eighteen."

“Hold this.” Before I could realize what was going on, Brandon had dumped a large black duffle bag onto my shoulder and I was struggling to hold on to the heavy bag as I saw him walk off towards the area where the crew was setting up their equipment. His manager, who looked hardly a couple years older than us, turned to give me an awkward smile. “I removed most of the heavy things from the bag,” he told me, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m Sebastian, by the way, but just call me Bass.”

"Tell me you've found out about Booker Greyson and Sebastian." One of the men cleared his throat and started speaking. "Well, boss, we managed to dig up some interesting details about Sebastian, he keeps his profile low. But news fly all around. Turns out he's quite an influential businessman in the city. He's actually the second richest miner there , minus his other investments."

Rad interrupted teasingly. “Thanks, Rad,” Remiel remarked and glared at him. Azrael looks way more confused than before and Yerach notices it, “What now, Azrael? I thought you knew everything.” he said to annoy Azrael until he hits her asshole button. “Except this one,” Azrael stated. She grabbed the paper in front of Remiel and studied the face of Sebastián Vozenilek. Platinum blonde hair which gave his pale skin some color, cool grey-blue with long eyelashes. He had a pale, elegant, restless face with high cheekbones. Even though she pulled her memory from the deepest she can’t recognize the guy.