Novel & Cerita Sebastian Black Butler Fanart

Stan/lucifer said Zlatan and cuppy flew towards where lucifer/Stan was and Sela joined them all standing (I mean floating in the air) beside each other with the less than a thousand white angels left all lined up behind them. Hagan flew towards Stan/lucifer and Bella joined them with the millions of dark angels left also lined up behind them. "Uhmm bro how come their angels are more than us" Zlatan whispered to Stan who is still in lucifer's body.

Renata exclaimed as they stopped at a shop full of amazing paintings. Renata's gaze fell on a painting of a black Jaguar with its sharp eyes lit up. She was stunned to see the painting. Jaguar Chameleon... "What's wrong?" asked Bastian, making Renata turn to the man. "I... nothing. Let's go somewhere else," said Renata walking first leaving Bastian who was rooted to his spot looking at Renata who had walked away. ***

“Making his mom always tired.” “And demanding,” Julian teased. Samantha leaned closer to whisper in my ear. “Oh yes, can’t get enough of Julian. I always want to—” I cut her off, raising my hand. “Oh no, no. Spare me the details.” Sebastian walked into the lounge, wearing black pants and a black shirt, slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to his forearms, hugging his muscles perfectly. He looked sinfully handsome. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I caught myself ogling him shamelessly before quickly turning away.

The air between them was heavy with unsaid words and crackled, but the knock was stronger this time. With a knot of dread in her stomach, Anita turned towards the door. Nathan let out a sharp breath, combed his hair, and strode ahead. He pulled the door open after unlocking it. On the opposite side stood Sebastian Blackwood. The man was a powerful figure, dressed in a fitted black suit. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had icy, merciless blue eyes.

He paused. I didn't respond, maintaining my decision to kick this shit off the table. "I think... This is it." He laughed wryly. Curious, I dragged the sheet down and turned around to see for myself what was getting him so speechless. He had a card in his hand and as usual, I rushed it from it to examine it. It was a red and black card, Sebatsian's favorite colors. On it was crested 'Sebastian Carter' I swallowed lumps of saliva that were stuck in my throat. This couldn't be happening... Hastily, I brought out my phone and dialed the number.