Sebastian Black Butler Fanart Novels & Stories

After that, she returned to her notes, pretending to focus on studying. Stan remained seated nearby, completely unbothered by being ignored for several long minutes. “You really do have a wild boyfriend, don’t you, Miss Belle?” he suddenly remarked into the silence. “You hid those love marks pretty well. I’m guessing you still have some today, but the concealer finally did its job.” Belle instantly felt uncomfortable when his eyes slowly roamed over her neck. “I can do much better than that, if you’re willing to try,” Stan continued with a shameless smirk.

Other than that, it gradually got darker as black smoke came out of the vial. The goddess continued to read, causing her body to tremble while the black smoke that enveloped the entire living room grew even thicker. Xurden’s two assistants just turned to their side. Sebastian was suddenly afraid. Because in his past life as a baby, black smoke enveloped him once, which was the root of his extreme fear. His hands trembled, causing Xurden to turn around. He looked at his assistant Marco because he was doing nothing to stop Sebastian’s fear. Marco sighed as he held Sebastian’s hand. He even squeezed the hand of his companion and rival.

A minute later, Sebastian is smirking in my direction and his eyes are flaring with joy. “ I gave you what you want,” I muttered. “Now, I wanted you to do something for me.” Sebastian clasped his hands on top of the table. “Anything you want.” I seek into my bag and found the drawing I have made. It didn’t take long enough for Sebastian to get ahold of it and examine what is in the picture. His lips curved into a thin line and his brows moves indicating he is thinking about it. “ I don’t understand. This is supposed to be a what?” He said after some time of thinking and put back the picture on top of the table.

Athena There was something strangely enchanting about Sebastian dressed in all black. He have worn a black suit, the jet black colour went way too good with his lightly tanned skin. The contrast hit differently. Even though he hadn't looked at me even for once since we got inside the car, I miserably failed to take my eyes off him. With his hair swept backwards and gorgeous features standing out under the faint light of the vehicle, He looked breathtaking in a way that could make anyone fall for him with just one single glance.

I turned around to him holding my dress from behind. My attention was on Sebastian. Who was looking no less than a Greek God? I could not stop admiring the beauty in front of my eyes. He was looking breathtakingly handsome in his black tuxedo. Black suits him well and his favorite color is also black. Most of the time he wears black. Otherwise grey. He says he looks hot in these clothes. He doesn't like colorful clothes. And I hope one day I will make him wear bright colors. Haha! "Sebastian," I called him and he looked up from his phone.

Authority sat on her shoulders like a tailored coat she’d learned never to shrug off. Sebastian was already there, standing near the far wall, hands loosely clasped behind his back, attention directed toward the projection screen that hadn’t yet been activated. He wore black today, not his usual corporate charcoal, or his disarming grey, no, he wore black with intent. He turned in her direction, the minute he sensed her presence. Their eyes met, and something unspoken passed between them, not heat, not nostalgia, but awareness sharpened by recent proximity. Paris had done some damage already, or perhaps it revealed a bit of truth.

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.

“Then you must hate how little you own me.” The air shifted. Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. He leaned closer, his voice dropping. “You don’t get to say things like that unless you’re prepared for consequences.” Her pulse kicked. “I’ve always been prepared.” Before he could reply, another presence slid into the space beside her, warm and careless. “Easy, brother. It’s Christmas.” Sebastian Blackwood. Younger by four years. Vice chairman. The charm to Julian’s steel. Where Julian cut, Sebastian burned.

"A message to Valen that his reign is crumbling, piece by piece." Sebastian Draven, Valen’s older brother, sat in his luxurious penthouse, the city’s glittering skyline stretching before him. he's handsome with a chiseled face and high cheekbones, a strong, angular jawline, and a thin scar running from his left temple to just above his cheek, a reminder of past conflicts. His ash-gray eyes were cold and calculating, framed by thick, dark brows that gave him a perpetually intense expression. His straight nose and thin lips added to his stern demeanor, while his neatly combed jet-black hair, streaked with faint silver, highlighted his sharp features. With his tall, broad-shouldered frame and c

never would have dared. When I stepped out of Mason Clarke’s building, a sleek black SUV idled at the curb. Theo Bennett, Sebastian’s ever-faithful Beta and assistant, immediately opened the rear door. Sebastian sat in the back, draped in a charcoal suit that looked like it had been molded to his frame. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing those sharp, dangerously symmetrical features. His long fingers tapped impatiently against his knee. I hesitated. Should I sit next to my ice-cold ex-to-be... or humiliate him by riding shotgun like a hireling?