Sebastian Klein Book Character Novels & Stories

“It was great seeing you again, Minerva. I hope to see you in the next book.” “The next book? What is this one about, huh? Unicorns or more bullshit?” “You’re been fueled by your hormones.” She replies calmly. “Don’t talk to me like that, writer.” I breath in and out.. “I am calm now, you can sit. I still have more questions for you.” She stands there for a while before she decides to obey my orders. “What’s next?” “Who was Davina, really?” I squint my eyes. “I never knew her till I met Sebastian.”

I want to dive into him, but that has been revoked. Sebastian on the other hand is an open book. A damaged and ruined book, one with enormous anger issues but he doesn’t pretend. He doesn’t hide. He shows you what you’ll get. He’s rude, uncultured and brass. Yet, I miss him. I miss them so much and now, don’t know what to do. Could there be a way we remain together? Maybe I just have to make the move. I close the journal and get ready for the party tonight.

The girl left the place leaving a stunned sebastian, he had managed to perceive that he had made his wife disappointed, but it was not that he was bothered by having a child, he just didn't know how he would behave at the time, so he gave a big sigh and watched as Luna left the place and left him alone in the room, while that bird seemed to comfort her, great even that damn feathered rat knows how to behave better than him, Sebastian was a unique man in battle and with whatever needed his intervention in the kingdom, but just when it came to being kind and acting appropriately with his beloved wife it was a complete challenge, to do or say the right words for the king it became a disaster a

He was a legend and everyone knew it. Except me. I knew something else entirely. Sebastian is a bully, with minions that do worse than him. And a bitch ass Layla that thinks she owns the school because Sebastian allows her to hover around him. They are all friggin' idiots that are hiding in their shells of ludicrous. I knew legends had cracks too.

"I got lost." She could not believe it, someone getting lost in one of the great deserts of the world. "Where you headed." "Cannot say." He paused and added the finishing lines to his art. "Can you at least tell me who the duck you are?" She could not tell how but it sounded like she was now begging. Sebastian tucked his book in his coat and avoided eye contact with her for fear of being put in a trance. "My name is Sebastian." What's Wrong with this kid? His replies are too level headed. She thought. I'm done with this.

He is very talented that's why there are a lot of women who admire him. "I see, good for him." Sebastian's personality is very interesting. You wouldn’t expect in his looks that he’s talented. Like Therese told me yesterday, Sebastian is anti-social, quiet, and rude but he's good at other things.

This can’t be happening. Standing in the doorway is Sebastian Voss himself, dressed in black, every inch of him a predator. My lungs seize, my legs want to crumble, but I can’t even move. Time slows as he locks eyes on me. This is it. He finally found me… and I know, somehow, there’s no escaping him now.

But not today. Sebastian turned to me. “Let’s go, Kierra.” ________________ When we arrived, I was surprised to find a small boy sitting quietly in the corner of the living room. He had dark eyes, full of sorrow and suspicion—like he’d seen too much of the world already. He looked about Lily’s age. Maybe older. I blinked. “Who’s that?” Sebastian closed the door behind him. “The kid I told you about. From the Governor’s hideout.”

Sebastian and Viona stepped out of a black sedan in the lobby of a sports facility. They immediately spotted Stevan, who stood among the people gathered in the main lobby. The child appeared confused, standing alone and avoiding everyone. Sebastian was struck by how shy and timid the child seemed, much like he was during his own childhood. Sebastian wasn't a particularly confident child during his formative years, especially when compared to his sibling, who always took the spotlight. He often stood in the shadows of his sibling or sought solace in quiet corners.