Sebastian Downfall Novels & Stories

"I don't even know what I'm doing anymore." Sebastian, having held up his walls for months, finally lets them crash down. He begins to cry; he begins to weep. At first, he's too proud to let me see him cry, so he covers his eyes with his hand as the pained sounds escape his chest. All I can manage to do is sit next to him and let him cry. But I want to do more. I need to do more.

My calm demeanor was hanging only by a threadbare, I could almost growl out my frustrations. Sebastian had been a tough rock that couldn't be cracked, I hadn't expected that Hayden to be this difficult as well, only I knew it wasn't because he thought it was too risky. Hell, he probably would not give a damn if anything goes wrong and something bad happens to me.

I try to recall the details of the plan, but my memory is sketchy because I am so panicked. "Look," Christie whispers, pointing at the monitor. I look up and see Sebastian walking into the room. He seems a lot thinner than when we last saw him and has a scruffy, untamed beard. By the looks of things, the business has not been going well for him. Not surprisingly, Brown Inc. has taken a big blow over the last few weeks. Not only has Dave left the company, but a lot of his other employees have followed suit and resigned over the rumours of Sebastian’s illegal activities. More will undoubtedly follow once they turn on the nightly news later. This, I imagine, is a last attempt for him to get at

his words came out like a whisper and the more Nicklaus applied pressure the more difficult it became for him to breathe… When he saw Nicklaus wasn't gonna stop he decided to say something else… “Bringing here was a mistake …. You've just walked right into a trap..” Sebastian grinned from ear to ear but for long as his head was effortlessly separated from his body… Sebastian's lifeless body fell to the ground with a loud thud and Nicklaus threw his head on the table for the elders to see…. “Well that was quite interesting… I hope we don't have to do this often..” his eyes were cold and this gave them the creeps..

“What do you know about intimidation, Kierra? You look like a lost puppy.” He reached over, fixed a strand of my hair, and pinched my cheek lightly—almost mockingly. “I had my men do the real work,” he said. “The only way to bring Davide down is to find proof of the abuse. We need access to the brothel. We need to see what’s happening behind the stage.” That’s the thing about Sebastian. He’s ruthless, yes, but he’s also brilliant. When the world feels like it’s spinning too fast, he slows it down. He gives me direction when my thoughts spiral.

She attempted to drill her nails into his arm, but her efforts reaped no fruit as Sebastian appeared unfazed by her petty attack. “Let her go!” I growled, with a voice full of desperation. I tried to dash towards him, but the pain in my chest pulled me back and I fell to my knees. Sebastian cackled menacingly, the sound reverberating in the room. “Oh, Jaydon,” he sneered. “Did you really think I didn’t know you were still alive? Did you really think it wasn’t intentional? Poor shame that this human would get caught up in the maelstrom.”

Creed had confirmed it. And only a few days later, Creed used that moment as an advantage. He reached out to Valtor again and poured lie after lie into his ears. He told Valtor that the fire, the downfall, the destruction was all Valtor’s fault. He said Mr Sebastian never recovered because of the files Valtor had stolen. He said Sebastian’s career collapsed, his companies fell apart and the man died ruined. But none of it was true. In reality, Mr Sebastian had risen above the damage years later.

The future of Noxin Technologies was painfully predictable—there was no future. With Melvin's addition to the team, our projects progressed smoothly, the game launched on time, and within three days, it topped the download charts. Less than two weeks later, Noxin declared bankruptcy. As I stood outside the building, I saw Daniel. He looked a mess—haggard, with deep shadows under his eyes, unshaven, and his shirt wrinkled beyond repair. He looked like a man completely defeated, the confident, aloof persona he'd once carried was nowhere to be found.

The faint trace of his cologne mixed with the sharp sting of tears, the echo of his voice twisting through the hollow of the room. My knees gave out, and I sank to the floor. The tiles were cold beneath me, biting into my skin through the thin fabric of my dress. I pressed a shaking hand to my mouth to stifle the sob that broke free anyway, muffled and desperate. Every wall I’d built, every truth I’d buried—it was all crumbling. Sebastian was back. The truth was out. And for the first time in years, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fight him—or fall apart in his arms.

“You think you’re righteous.” “No.” “Then what are you?” I answer simply. “Honest.” Sebastian laughs again. But the sound is hollow now. He looks around the warehouse—at the armed officers, at the lasers, at the escape routes he no longer has. Ten years of planning collapsed in ten minutes. Marcus whispers quietly, “…that’s rough.” Sebastian looks at Eduardo again. Then back at me. “You still lose tonight.” Marcus frowns. “…how exactly?” Sebastian smiles faintly. “The video.”