Sebastian Klein Novel Novels & Stories

I needed to get inside, to pull my submissive out of this den of men before it was too late. “I’m Sebastian,” I said, extending my hand. “And you?” “Allison,” the second girl replied, gesturing to her sister. “And this is Emilie.” Emilie remained silent, her gaze unreadable. Not that it mattered. Once inside, I’d ditch them and find Aria. “Pleasure,” I said, giving Emilie’s hand a firm squeeze before thrusting the invitation at the guards. The doors swung open. And we stepped into the lion’s den.

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.

“She’s like us… a female Dom. Deadly when she wants to be.” Dominic smirks slightly and offers his hand. “Good to meet you.” Isabel shakes it, her lips twitching in amusement. “You too. Any friend of Will’s is worth keeping an eye on.” I walk over to Sebastian. “This is Sebastian. Always buried in his books or his dad’s business projects. A complete workaholic. He probably won’t even hear you unless you speak in equations or contracts.” Sebastian looks up just long enough to give a small smile. “Hi.”

Now, it was just the three of us in the dining hall, with Sebastien glancing at me before softly pulling out a seat. “Well… Sebastien,” she slurred slightly. “You would have told me what you wanted for breakfast.” “Hmm…” He responded nonverbally, holding the warm cup of coffee Klein had brought for him earlier. She continued, “You know, my Dorothy is a ballerina, and what she puts in her mouth matters a lot.” She kept babbling while I took small glances at Uncle Sebastien, whose gaze remained on the black coffee in the white mug. I doubt he was listening to a word she was saying.

I was just about to close the door when Sebastian blocked it with his broad shoulder. "I'm not done talking," he said. "This is my house, and I have the right to ask you to leave." "You have the right, but I also have the right to know." Sebastian pushed the door wider with his hand. He stepped into our small apartment without asking for permission. His eyes moved quickly, scanning every corner of this narrow room. The small sofa whose color had started to fade. The wooden table with its peeling surface. The dull walls with the only decoration being a dinosaur drawing made by Ethan. The tiny kitchen that was only big enough for one person. The bedroom with its door half open, revealing a nar

I then grab my purple umbrella and went to the bus stop and hopped on a 3A bus to Kingston. When I got there Sebastian was there with his friend sitting the sofa in his underpants showing off his ads. I was a bit curious why he had his friend over. HE got up and took the umbrella from me hand and I could see his cocky printing out. And he as if we could speaks privately. After we went in the kitchen he kisses me and then say it was awkward but he is going to ask. “I want to do a 3sum with you” Sebastian asked

I know he wouldn't bring me to such a place for nothing, so I needed nobody to tell me that I was going to be humiliated as always, and I was already preparing myself mentally for it. "Do you want my slave to pour wine for us?" Sebastian suddenly said when the maids were asked to come to pour them drink. He placed his hand on my thigh and slid it beneath my dress, his hand crawling up my body while he maintained eye contact with me. They were all aware of what he was doing to me, they knew he was humiliating me, and the look on their faces showed how much they were enjoying what he was doing. "Sure, why not," King Noah, one of the kings said affirmatively as he glanced at me.

Yet, sitting in his own club surrounded by his own empire, his mind was entirely occupied by a quiet, terrified girl in an oversized sweater. He couldn't stop thinking about the desperation in her violet eyes. He couldn't stop feeling the frantic grip of her small, pale hands on his arm. And more than anything, it infuriated him that she had actually possessed the nerve to jerk out of his grip and leave his hand hanging in the empty air. No one walked away from him. Sebastian uncurled his fist, reaching into his pocket for his silver lighter. A dark, predatory thought settled heavily into his chest. The little rabbit thought she could just use him to hide in the dark and then run away.

"Fine. But no peeking, dear Alpha." Ten minutes later, I was in the shower, steam wrapping around me like a warm fog, while Sebastian sat just outside the stall with a book in hand. His long fingers turned pages with effortless grace, pausing now and then like he was actually pondering the content. He looked like he belonged in some quiet, leather-bound library, not standing guard outside a steamy bathroom. I squinted through the blurry glass, curiosity getting the better of me. The steam made it hard to see, but I caught a flash of blue—and bold letters across the front.

I'm sure she would understand. Sebastian scowled at me, his expression stoic. But I wasn't fazed. I had the upper hand. I had managed to provoke him, and that was all that mattered to me in that moment. After a moment, Sebastian surprised me as he chuckled enthusiastically. "You're just bluffing, Mr. Filler. You might not know this, but I actually have the ability to read people like a book. I read you just now, and all I could see was uncertainty, deception, and manipulation. I doubt Kristine would ever have sex with a broke moron like you. You're just deceiving yourself, brother. She's never had sex with you, had she? You wished she had, but she's probably told you she isn't ready." He chu