Sebastian Klein Novel Novels & Stories

Because they operate on principles, and we respect each other for that. Hearing Sebastian’s story about how he lost his partner, and how his parents were killed in an unfair attack, I couldn’t help but clench my fists, remembering when my parents were murdered right before my eyes. I know how painful that feeling is. I understand everything. No wonder he hated those wild wanderers so deeply. With my ear pressed against the door, I was busy listening to his explanation of how he fell in love with Alexis when I heard footsteps. Quickly, I hid behind a pillar in another corridor, watching Princess Lilian walk towards the door, then press her ear against it in the same way I had done before.

With a deep, shuddering breath, she climbed into the back seat and whispered her destination, a faraway cousin's address. Just as the taxi pulled away from the curb, a sleek, black Porsche 911 screeched to a halt in front of the building. Sebastian burst out of the driver's side, his hair disheveled, his shirt untucked, a wild, desperate look in his eyes. He sprinted to the door, fumbling with his keys, yelling Elara's name. "Elara! Elara!" No reply. He slammed open the door, rushing through the apartment, checking every room. Her closet was bare, her dresser drawers empty. Her side of the bathroom counter, once cluttered with her things, was eerily clean.

He followed me down, settling between my legs but keeping his weight on his elbows so he wouldn't crush me. "Relax," he murmured against my lips, one hand sliding down my side to my hip, his grip firm but gentle. "I've got you." I tried to relax, to let go of the tension that had been my constant companion for so long. It was hard. My body was used to bracing for pain, for roughness, for things I didn't want. Sebastian was the opposite of all that. He was patient. He was warm. His lips moved from my mouth, trailing down my jaw to my neck. He placed open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin there, his tongue darting out to taste me. I gasped, my head falling back to give him better access.

While bending a little came in front of him from the space between his body and the wall. She shivered after feeling the chilly water, but she ignored that thing and cupped his face with her both hands. Sebastian, who was standing with closed eyes, opened his eyes after feeling a touch on his face and looked down. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, we all can’t see you like this,” Swara said on which Seb said nothing just kept staring her with blank expressions. “4 years old Sebastian Knight was the sole reason for his mother’s brutal assault and murder,” Sebastian said with blank expressions on his face.

His body felt too tight for his skin. Then, slowly, he knocked once. No answer. He opened it anyway. Sebastian was curled on the far side of the bed, small and still beneath a knitted blanket, the lamp beside him casting golden light across rumpled sheets. A book lay facedown on his stomach. His curls were crushed against the pillow, wild. His eyes were closed, but he didn’t look asleep. He looked like someone who’d tried to wait. And hadn’t known how long to. Ezra stepped in, scent instinct guiding him more than thought. The door clicked shut behind him, the house sealing them in.

He nodded silently. I ran a hand through my hair, closing my eyes briefly and exhaling slowly through my nose. I could still sense Klein by the door, listening. When I opened my eyes again, Luhnax was gone. He always knew when to disappear, and it was his luck because my patience was wearing dangerously thin. Just then, the door gave way under Klein’s weight. With an ungraceful thud, he stumbled into my office, catching himself just before hitting the floor. His eyes were wide, cheeks flushed with embarrassment… or was it fear?

Sebastian put down his knife and fork and said to Cohen, "Get a car ready, and we'll leave right now." Cohen didn't understand why Sebastian was looking for tigers, but Joaquin had instructed him to do everything Sebastian wanted. Soon, Cohen's personal car drove up to the entrance of the Aequor. The blood essence in Nina's body hadn't been completely refined yet, so Sebastian left her there alone and got into the car with Cohen. When they drove into Flemin Village, Sebastian frowned involuntarily. Although the village looked deserted and rundown on the outside, when they entered it, they discovered over a dozen villas, each three stories tall.

I tried to stay awake, but my head was lolling against the seat. Sebastian reached over and patted my knee. “Rest, Little One. I’ll keep watch over you.” I eyed him a moment and my head fell back weakly again. As if it suddenly weighed to much to keep upright. I wanted to argue because it was my nature. But the truth was I trusted Sebastian. He’d never looked at me as though I were something he desired. Instead, he let his clear disinterest seep out. And the fact that he called me Little One like I was no more than a child bespoke his lack of attraction.

“What happened in the house? If you claim you were there then you would know what went down between the both of them while you were in a separate room trying to sleep the alcohol out.” “For God’s sake, Jake is a journalist and a low-level one at that. He lives in a one-bedroom apartment, not a mansion like you do.” “I need you to go straight to the point, Kim. You’ve been circling for quite a while now and I must admit that it’s getting frustrating at the very least.” Sebastian was already getting bored of this conversation and he was looking for ways to end this conversation. His schedule was free for the rest of the day but he was fervently praying that someone would call and break him awa

I lost time. "You type loud." I jumped. Spun the chair. Sebastian. Leaning on the frame. Arms crossed. He’d changed. Jeans. Fresh black shirt. Boots. He looked... solid. "I'm writing a bestseller," I said, minimizing the window. "It's going to buy us a castle. Get us out of your friend's hair." He walked over. Stood behind the chair. I felt his heat. Soap and sandalwood. He glanced at the screen. "Secret?"