Novel & Cerita Sebastian Black Butler Fanart

He looks around and notices the familiarity of the room he is staying in. This room is perturbingly familiar, he thinks. The stranger comes back, bringing a black suit with a black bow tie. “You are going to wear this from this day forth,” the stranger says, “as the prince’s butler.”

Sebastian leans to my ear and whispered, "Have you interviewed him? Now would be a great time." Sebastian smiled. He was nice despite having that bad boy look that everyone sees him. He's caring and thoughtful. Bad boys should be mean, grumpy and moody but he's chill most especially when he's with his friends. I could see how he loves dearly these men on this table. I could see how he enjoys his time spending with them. I could see how close they are and it's beautiful to see this kind of friendship. I nod. "I did." "So Miss Thibault." Benedict's voice caught my attention. Now he sits right across me next to his beautiful blond.

Sebastian’s eyes lock onto mine, wide and desperate, pleading for me to hold on, to fight. But I can’t fight. Not with Christopher’s bruising grip digging into my arm, not with his breath hot against my ear as he hisses, one wrong move and your children die. I watch, my breath catching in my throat, as Sebastian reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black card. The same card we all know will leave no trace. His hands tremble as he extends it toward Christopher, his fingers curling tightly around it like he wants to crush it into dust instead.

“Of course, I know that you still have to cope up with new work. Especially when you don’t have experience.” “Thanks, Sebastian!” “No problem,” he smiled. Sebastian looked like he’s in 40s. I didn't know his age because I belive that's rude to ask. With his killer smile, he has jet black eyes that would surely capture every woman’s attention. He was handsome, however he was too pale, and tall. I wonder if it’s his normal color? Was he human or a werewolf too? I want to ask but I don’t want to sound rude if I do that.

The black net is a website where all forms of dubious and illegal shit take place. “Do they know who she’s mated to?” Sebastian grinds his teeth. “Yes, but most of us don’t care. As long as she has the target on her back and the pay is good, most won’t care who she is associated with.” he says with a shrug. I can tell that just simple action sucked his energy. Sebastian gets closer to him. His claws come out and his eye color changes. “What are you doing? You promised you’ll let me go when I tell you what I know” the man says in fear.

The drawings were vivid and artistic but on a closer look, Vivian was able to realize that below the cocoon was actually a caterpillar, she was suddenly interested, her eyes trailed up his back, above the cocoon was a slightly larger drawing, from the distance, Vivian was unable to make out the images in full from the distance where she was standing by the window, so she slowly walked closer seeing him distracted with his hair. She stopped when she came to a point where she could vividly see the tattoo drawings. By now she had realized the tattoos seemed to have something to do with the developments of a butterfly, she was surprised to see that Sebastian actually had such kind of tattoos on

Black Hawk snarled, “Hah... What’s the point of catching me? Do you know how many people are after your life right now? The Black Wolf Fortress won’t stop until you’re dead!” “Let them try. If Raze dares to come after me, I’ll send him to join his brother.” Sebastian responded coolly, unfazed by Black Hawk’s threats. Black Hawk, despite his bravado, knew he was outmatched. His body was already weakening. Sebastian’s eyes turned cold. “Enough talk. Raise your hands!” Black Hawk slowly complied, but in the brief moment of hesitation, he tried to make a break for it, darting towards the hallway.

I sat up and opened my laptop. The screen glowed softly in the dark. A photo filled it almost immediately, as if it had been waiting for me. Nathaniel Blackwood stood at the center of a group, his posture confident, his expression controlled. Beside him was another man, his hand resting casually at Nathaniel’s shoulder. Sebastian. I stared at him longer than I meant to. His smile held ease. He looked like someone who listened more than he spoke, someone who stepped in quietly rather than announcing himself.

“Yes, because Sebastian may seem like a monster, but he has devoted some time to make sure that you, his family, your children survive this world he’s still having trouble navigating.” After the conversation ends, Trent had some pep to his step. After leaving his room, Sebastian moves through the living room towards his bar. Sitting there is Vera Black, a woman of moderate height and beauty. Her fashion sense is garish, and the fur-coat she wears appeared too hot for any kind of weather. “Sebastian,” the mousy woman greets, and Sebastian pauses, but continues. “Darling.” She moves around the bar to greet him, a square glass half-filled with dark liquor.

He gestured with his hand, creating a projector like screen in front of them and pulled up a picture of Steven , sitting on the sofa with Jordon. Sebestian stared at the picture of a pitiful looking vampire, silently watching as Allen started pulling picture after picture up of miserable, ill-looking B-Class, describing what he was seeing as he stared at the screen. He forgot about his drink as he watched the gallery of misery roll before his eyes.