Sebastian Black Butler Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

Who? ” Sebastian “

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.

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.

It hit Scarlett as she followed Sebastian that he couldn't be an average butler. He was huge, built like a football player with broad shoulders and solid ropes of muscle. Rigid edges and uncompromising lines. Short dark hair and eyes the color of green moss. Intense eyebrows. Nose piercing. Sculpted and high cheekbones. Square jaw. Coarse five o'clock shadow surrounding lush kissable lips. Her butler was outwardly beautiful and one hundred looking like he could murder anyone with his bare hands. It was no wonder Lucy had the hits for Sebastian. Still, Scarlett was more questioning how she couldn't have already figured out the butler was hired to be a bodyguard.

“I’m sorry, little Ember. It’s just that Uncle Nik is so crazy about Aunt Blakely. I couldn’t let her go anymore.” The sight touched my heart. Nik’s gentleness amused me, and I couldn’t help but watch them while smiling widely. I felt someone looking at me, so I looked at Nik’s friend. He’s sitting on the single couch like a king. His legs were parted, and when our gazes met, he gave me a small smile. “I’m Sebastian. Feeling better?” His voice was cold, and yet soothing, just like Nik’s. Nodding, I smiled at him. “Yes. Thank you. I’m Blakely, by the way.”

Surprisingly, Sebastian, and even Benjamin, who was known as the special forces king, came back from afar. As a father, he had never even heard of it, which shows how embarrassing it was. Some people had completely fallen for the looks of Sebastian and Benjamin, not only because of their faces, but also because of their distinctly different personalities. Sebastian had misty blue short hair, paired with a modified silver-white suit. He had a tall and handsome figure, with a rebellious charm, just like a mixed-blood prince. The tassels on his shoulders matched him well, and it was unknown who designed them. Around his waist, there was a stroke of genius with a silk belt.

I said, now entering the end-to-end stable. As soon as we were inside, jaws really did drop. Only this time, it was mine and the horses in their box stalls because standing a few meters away from us, with a sprinkler hose in one hand and a leather cat o’ nine tails flogger in the other, was Mr. Hot Butler himself; sexy as hell with nothing but leather pants on and black boots. He looked like a shining apparition with the sunlight from the other end of the stable as his backdrop. My eyes immediately popped out when I saw his abdominal muscles flex when he raised the sprinkler up to a silky black Arabian thoroughbred. I couldn’t even possibly avoid looking at the intimidating flogger, too.