Sebastian And Grell Novels & Stories

And for the first time since she had driven back into Atherton on a Tuesday morning performing a version of fine she hadn’t quite become yet — she felt the performance and the reality begin, quietly and without fanfare, to close the distance between them. The door to the counsel’s office opened at twelve forty. Sebastian came out first. He looked like a man who had just spent ninety minutes doing something necessary and exhausting and was on the other side of it — not relieved exactly, not satisfied. Just done with one thing and already understanding that several more things were coming. Mira came out behind him.

And just like that—She slips away again. “Thank you Mr. Bike” she chuckles and touch my helmet like she try to pat me, what the fuck Melisa are you doing? You have a date and yet here you are flirting with a stranger? No, I am not just a stranger! I am Sebastian Vale. “Ghurl, you are so obsessed with dark romance books. Almost your whole cottage house is filled with them…” Wait—is he gay? I feel so confused. What’s going on? “Wait… are you gay?” I ask, my tone full of disbelief. Melisa looks a bit confused, even shocked, before replying.

Gregorio laughed as if he'd heard the joke of the century. Sebastian's lips pulled up once more, his smile looking devilish and disturbingly frightening. "It always takes a second before someone realizes their mistake." Sebastian muttered. Gregorio narrowed his eyes suspiciously, however they widened in shock a second later when Sebastian suddenly pulled one of his arms free. Gregorio was beyond stumped, "How...how the hell..." He hadn't finished speaking when Sebastian yanked the other hand free, he fell steadily on his feet landing on the ground. Gregorio felt a cold shiver down his spine seeing the deadly look in Sebastian's eyes when he raised his gaze.

Few seconds ago my secretary stormed in with worry written all over her face as she stretched her phone out to me in anxiousness. I took it, confused until I checked out the article displayed on her screen. The Headline boldly stated ‘Once Again, The Art Of Enemies To Lovers Has Proven Itself Solid.’ Sub heading also read that, ‘Billionaire CEO Sebastian Torres private desires for Billionaire Heir, Ryan McCall Growan.’ Below was attached a footage of where I had Seb caged to a car and my face was nearly smashing into his. It was an intimate scene to look at, and I don’t need to read through all the written paragraphs to derive the message conveyed in that article.

"So, vampire, what do you think of Hell's idea of a good time?" Sebastian's dark eyes gleamed with a mixture of fascination and hunger as he watched the brutal spectacle unfold below. "It really is like gladiator fighting times a thousand," he replied, his voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. I snorted, amused by his understatement. "Shit, Seb, this is just the warm-up act. You should see what happens when they really let loose." A particularly vicious blow from one combatant sent a spray of blood arcing through the air. The crowd went wild, and I felt Sebastian tense beside me.

Then I delete the sent confirmation. I lean against the building, close my eyes. This is it. The first real move. Mara thinks she’s safe behind his walls. Sebastian thinks he’s untouchable. They’re both wrong.

But he lost his strength, and his hand fell limply in midair. The genius healer Sebastian died by poison under a full moon—the same way his most beloved mate had died. - Meanwhile, I opened my eyes in the human world. I stared at the concrete ceiling for a while, lost in thought. There was no suffocating herbal scent or bone-deep, searing pain. There was only the smell of mustard drifting up from the hot dog stand downstairs. I rolled out of bed, bare feet touching the floor. The cool, real sensation grounded me. I was really back.

Green eyes, so like her own, looked quizzically at her. She squirmed and struggled to reach Sebastian, but he held her. “You know him?” Vlad asked. “Yes, we’re getting married. Let me go.” Gently, Vlad lowered her to the ground. But it was too late. Sebastian had already recovered, jumped up, pulled her away from Vlad, and pushed her behind him. The two men postured and shouted. Celine clung to Sebastian’s waist, begging him to stop. Sebastian was fit and practiced martial arts, but Celine could tell Vlad was on another level, like some kind of Navy Seal whose body was a lethal killing machine. She felt Sebastian lunge and held on to his waist with all her might and…

Sebastian sipped on his wine glass, his brow raised and an evil grin spread wide across his face as he took in the reactions of both the werewolf leaders and the vampire leaders seated by his sides who had been cast away badly just like himself. Murmurs and whispers echoed in the room. Sebastian winked at Sandra who had been quietly seated with a still expression all this while. Sandra wasn't happy with the fact that Sebastian had formed allies with Kelvin, but Sebastian doesn't care about her emotions either, for all he knows, she's the one responsible for the mess he found himself and he's willing to go any mile to seek revenge for being humiliated and very soon everything would belong to

"This discussion is over." "Like hell it is!" Sebastian snapped, grabbing her arm to stop her from leaving. "I want my damn baby. No one else is going to father my child." With a violent glare in her eyes, Gabriella yanked her arm away from Sebastian. With none of them wanting to back down. Sebastian's voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "Don't make this mistake, Gabriella." "Or else what?" Gabriella challenged, her eyes narrowing. "Will you tell everyone about the horrible things we've been doing? Don't forget, we were both in this together."