Sebastian And Grell Novels & Stories

Without looking at the screen, he answers—already desperate to end the call. “This is Sebastian.” Sebastian greets with fake enthusiasm. “I see you’re not sacrificed to the god of plastic bosoms and flat asses.” Grace Keller sasses over the speakerphone, referring to Sebastian’s night, assumed spent with Kellie Cardin, his current fling. “The witch hasn’t bled me or plucked my heart from my chest as yet, mother.” Sebastian muses, regarding Grace’s unequivocal detestation, for the lawyer he knocked boots with.

I asked Sebastian as he lead to my room I shared with Gabe. "Nothing." He cleared his throat as Gabe walked in. "Something happened. I can sense the tension between you two." I gave them both a stern look as I peeled my clothes off. "Sexy!" Gabe glared at me while taking a seat beside Sebastian. I still couldn't believe they both wanted to be my mates. "Do you agree Alpha?" Gabe nudged Sebastian in the chest. "She's mine! Fuck off!" Sebastian growled at him and I shook my head.

They are different as if they were coming from a human. From a little distance, they witness the most ridiculous scandal of the century. There lay a couple on the dirty grass, dressed as animals and having the worst kind of wild sex in such an eerie place. How fucked up someone can be to do something like this? Sebastian and Killian share a disgusted glance, having been traumatized by the most bizarre sex they have ever seen. And Sebastian thought he was the craziest person alive to come here at this hour despite the sign warning about wild animals dangling at the entrance.

Grunting and shouting as they slammed each other into any hard surface they could find. Sebastien led them back to where Grimmor lay. He’s taunting Rasmus. Fucking idiot doesn’t realise those blue eyes have to mean he’s the most powerful vampire in history. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Sebastien is a traitor but I can’t let Rasmus win. I need to pick my moment. If they can weaken each other sufficiently, I can end them both one after the other with little effort.

Sebastian—wild-eyed—loomed in the entryway, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. "Roanne..." His voice was rough, a low growl of madness. "You bitch, you were hiding here all along." "Get out!" My command was an attempt thrown with desperation, knowing it would never pierce the armor of his delusion. Jonathan sprang from behind, his body a missile of protection and fury. But Sebastian spun, a silver flash in his hand—a weapon, something sharp. Their bodies collided with a thud that vibrated through the floorboards. "Jon!" I screamed, my voice raw, as they crashed to the ground in an undignified tangle of limbs.

I grinned, licking his lips before untangling my legs from around his waist to stand. “Hey there, beautiful.” Sebastian winked, bending, kissing my neck in greeting. He’s Trevor’s best friend and the total opposite. Where Trevor is the light, Sebastian is the darkness. Wavy black hair makes me think of clear summer nights, and his eyes are the fog rolling in through the bay. He wasn’t as muscular as Trevor, but he had a body made to be worshipped. And I won’t lie to you. I loved getting to worship them both, especially at the same time.

“I am festive.” Sebastian lost. The sledding hill was chaos. Noelle screamed with laughter. Nyra laughed when they crashed. Sebastian spent the entire time bracing for bullets that never came. “You’re stiff,” Nyra told him as they trudged back up the hill. “I don’t relax around enemies.” “Good,” she said. “I’d hate to bore you.” They crashed again. Sebastian ended up on his back. Nyra landed on top of him. They froze.

As soon as I started the engine, I received a message from Sebastian. It read, "The Aurelis are bothering me again, Bella. Could you send me another squad of elite soldati? I'm afraid they'll kill me!" I stared at the lies on the screen, lips curling into a cold smile. I replied with a single word. "Okay." Then, I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat. My famiglia's crest gleamed in the night outside my window. Caressing the Beretta at my waist, a single thought settled in my mind: I would make Sebastian and Angelina pay for what they owed me and my famiglia in full.

I said calmly, "Sebastian's pack could help us further elevate our brand. Don't let his opportunity slip away just because of some personal misgivings. I'll just avoid him in our future dealings." After a moment of hesitation, Gareth agreed. Thus, I brought a team and headed over to the Flame Pack to negotiate our partnership. While heading over to the restaurant we'd agreed to meet at, I saw a clip of Sebastian being interviewed. The video had been recommended to me on my socials. Sebastian had bags under his eyes, and he was unshaven. He looked like a different person entirely. "I'll never forget my real Luna, Zoreen. She's the person I love the most. As to Nina, that stupid, evil bitch, t

"But Kael. If you go through that door, Sebastian will chase you. For as long as it takes. You know him well enough to know that is true." "I know him better than anyone," he said, and something moved across his face that was complicated and ugly and had underneath it, buried deep, the thing that was the foundation of all of it. Grief. Rage-shaped grief that had been pointed at Sebastian for three years and had made a man into a weapon. "He took my mate and he did not even know he had done it."