Sebastian And Claude Novels & Stories

Did Sebastian do something without telling Niu? Sebastian’s voice cut like a knife. “And getting that woman pregnant wasn’t part of our deal either. You told me to seduce Claire just to keep her out of your relationship with that doctor. I did it. I f*cked her. That’s on you now. You got Selene pregnant, so you marry her. End of discussion.” My heart stopped. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Sebastian... he—he what? The pain hit me like a truck. My chest tightened, and I could barely breathe. It was all just a plan? I was part of some sick deal between them?

Her hand drifted to her neck, her fingertips caressing the sensitive skin with a gentle touch that sent a shiver down Sebastian's spine. Sebastian's jaw clenched, his voice remaining steady as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Flaubert's exploration of the human condition, particularly the monotony and desires of provincial life, resonates deeply with readers." His eyes darted back to Adeline, his gaze burning with a mixture of desire and warning.

"Thanks once again, Sebastian. Don't hesitate to contact me if you need help. Or if you prefer to talk in person, my apartment is right next door." He stood up and reached out his hand, inviting me to shake. As soon as his grip touched my skin, I couldn't hide the nervousness that made my palms suddenly damp. "So cold," he whispered softly, his eyes looking at me searchingly. "Are you feeling unwell?" "No, I just finished showering," I answered, trying to make an excuse. Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway, breaking the apartment’s silence. Reid jerked himself from the chair, his movements agile toward the door. "Thanks, Sebastian," he said briefly, then the door closed tightly, leavi

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

His head dips in between my thighs, fitting as if he belongs nowhere else. “You’re my cure, Clair. Mine,” he vows against my skin. His soft, wet lips claim me, giving me exactly what I crave for, what I dare not confess to anyone. And his tongue works skillfully, destroying any resistance I might have left. “Oh God, Sebastian” I cry out as overwhelming pleasure tears through me. “You’ll wake everyone up, Clair,” he whispers, voice thick and dangerous. I bite down on my cries as the final wave hits me, rushing like fire and rain all at once. And I’m left trembling, feeling totally satisfied, and breathless.

Close enough to remember exactly how that jaw felt beneath my fingers in the rain. Sienna's eyes flick between us with unsettling sharpness. "Céline, isn't it?" she says smoothly. Her voice is pleasant. Too pleasant. "Yes," I reply, trying—and failing—to sound completely sober. Adrian clears his throat. "Miss Laurent." The formality lands between us like a slap. I tilt my head. "Oh, now it's Miss Laurent?" His jaw tightens. Sienna studies him carefully. "Adrian," she says lightly, "your student seems… spirited."

CANE: “And failed.” He switched to footage from the recent banquet hosted by the Council, the very night Alaric shocked the elite world by choosing a bride from the shadows. In the footage, Seraphine stood behind Celestine as usual—quiet, insignificant—until Alaric’s eyes fell upon her. The moment froze in the data stream. CANE: “He saw her. Truly saw her.” MAIKA: “And chose her.” They exchanged a glance. MAIKA: “Everything she has now… she was never given. She earned it by enduring.”

Sebastian scratched his nose when he mentioned branches. "Branches?" I questioned. "We just use that term to describe the three families that the Claudes consists of." Sebastian explained, "My father is the first son, Mirabelle's father is the second son's only offspring. The third son isn't married yet." I smiled wryly. The Claude family was complicated and at the same time, it wasn't complicated. It seemed Mirabelle had enjoyed being the only girl. My presence ruined her plans.

"How could you?" Elara took a step forward, her hands raised in a placating gesture. "Sebastian, please, I can explain-" He interrupted her before she could finish. His hand shot out, hitting her cheek in a quick slap that resonated down the hallway. Elara stumbled backward, her eyes filled with astonishment. "Sebastian-" "Clarify?" he mockingly asked. "Clarify this!" He took out his phone, and Elara's heart dropped as he showed a picture of her and Malik, entwined in the sheets. A moan echoed through the air, and Elara's cheeks flushed with embarrassment when she saw that Sebastian was playing the video.

"You must think the world of your son to be so self-centered and completely void of basic etiquette." Mother grounds out. "Watch what you say, I won't waste a minute talking to a low-class woman like you anymore, see yourself out when you're done." Mother scoffed with a soft chuckle. "What a snob." Celine's eyes grew wide with fury, "I would watch what I say if I were you!" "What is going on here?" Sebastian approached us with his suit in hand and his necktie hanging loosely on his neck. I've never felt so relieved to see him. He could handle this.