Sebastian Downfall Novels & Stories

He sighed and kiss my forehead before he move back ward. “I am pervert Felix, but only for Felix . Donald said and stood up before it turned away from me. “I’m not into gay Donald ! so let go of me! " I said, Donald stopped walking at what I said and he looked at me. “So what? Then I'll make you like gay Felix, just watched me. “ Donald said and the left the room!

"I know. What do you think of me, Seb?" "Then, why would you accept it? This is suicide. We don't do suicides, remember?" "We will accept it because I'll win. Trust me." "Ohh, God. Help us." Sebastian spread his arms on the ceiling to literally ask for some miracle. "Yeah, let's pray. Even if I don't know how to do that." Right there and then, Sebastian wanted to bang his head at something after hearing that. "We're doomed. We're doomed. We're doomed."

A cold breeze touches the back of my nape, sending shivers all the way to my spine. “I’m sorry for the pain. I maybe am violent, rabid and can't control myself. But I'm not the type that forces himself to someone who no longer has feelings for him. You see, you're not the first to give up on me, Keila,” says Sebastian. The last sentence makes me gasp for air.

I could tell he was trying to get up, but his shaky legs and the lack of energy caused by the blood loss did not let him succeed. "Business?Properties?" Sebastian chuckled, "I don't do deals that are worth only pennies, Chris. Besides, it'd take me less than a week to make what you have made your entire life. Nothing in this fucking world will ever be equal to her worth, she's mine and whoever tries to hurt her, shall be given death. Only death." Without giving him another chance to speak, Sebastian kicked him in the face. He fell to his back with an agonizing wail and began begging for his life but it did not affect Sebastian. He was not going to spare him.

Up until the behemoth's enormous fist struck his stomach with a last, earth-shattering blow that shook the very air like a thunderclap. Sebastian's damaged body shot through the air, his bestial form flickering and fading with every painful second. Time seemed to slow down. His once mighty body reduced to a damaged, dead shell, he collapsed to the earth in a crumpled heap. No, please. Athena screamed in agony, a primal shriek of sorrow and hopelessness that sliced right through me. But a nasty smile warped my features even as the echo of her suffering subsided. The final hope for this pitiful world has fallen with the powerful Sebastian Stone.

After that night, Sebastian seemed to have disappeared from the city. There and then, rumors trickled in that he had fled to the lawless borderlands, trying to hook up with some dangerous arms dealers, dreaming of a violent comeback. Soon enough, word got around that he had been double-crossed in a deal, took a bullet to save a shipment, and ended up with a shattered leg. Lucky to be alive, but then a cripple.

“Didn’t you get the email I sent?” I had, but like I said, the sooner I found something else, the better. I turned to face him calmly and looked him up and down. He was dressed casually, no tie or suit. “Don’t you have work?” “Rocc Corp will run without me.” "Career change, then? From businessman to criminal? I heard you on the phone with Zech Leon. Who exactly are you trying to put in a coma for a year?" Sebastian looked slightly surprised, but his face quickly turned serious as he stared at me. “If being a criminal means I can be with you and Sevi, then so be it.”

The hunger was defeated by the tightness that appeared again. I stood up and stepped to the small sink in the corner of the room. I washed my face with cold tap water. The water didn't help me feel better, but at least it washed away the panic that had been left on my cheeks earlier. I stared at my reflection in the cracked mirror. My face looked pale and tired, but my eyes no longer looked like someone who was hiding. I stared at myself. I am Sebastian Allen. That is my name now. I must turn off the memory of Jose Watson. Jose is left behind, locked in the house I have already left.

"Yeah, a rotten person like me… how am I worthy of asking for your forgiveness? Sierra, I'm sorry. I’m guilty. So I'm going to atone for my sins now. If there is a next life, I will definitely treat you well." All of sudden, Killian turned around and leaped off the rooftop, taking Vivienne with him. The moment he jumped, a life-flashing-before-his-eyes montage played out in front of Killian. He saw the wedding ceremony. Sierra was wearing a beautiful wedding dress. Killian was ready to embrace the most important woman for the rest of his life. He had sworn to be a good husband. But in the end, he had failed at everything. Consumed by greed and desire, he lost it all. He could only expect he

Sebastian stopped walking toward the federal vehicles. He ignored the agents pulling at his arms. He turned his head slowly, looking past the flashing lights, past the microphones, and stared directly into the lens of the closest television camera. His eyes were dark, cold, and entirely devoid of remorse. Through the television speakers, his voice carried over the chaotic noise of the runway, sharp and completely calm. “This isn’t over,” Sebastian said. The agents pushed his head down and shoved him into the back of the dark SUV, slamming the heavy door shut behind him.