Sebastian Klein Series Novels & Stories

I left the tables I was setting and went closer to them, he circled his arms around my shoulders, making my heart flutter as a smile escaped my lips. I lifted my gaze to Sebastian but his gaze was blank like he hadn't seen me from anywhere before. “Keira, this is Sebastian Klein, my best friend. We have been friends since we were little” George introduced Sebastian to me. He reached out his hands to shake mine. “A pleasure to meet you” He mumbled as we shook hands. “Keira Miller” I introduced for a second time even though I had introduced myself yesterday. “What a cool name, heard your name from George already” He remarked and turned his gaze to George. Why was he acting like we hadn't met b

Clearly not impressed, Sebastian continued to grumble, "I'm afraid you won't have a chance to be foolish again. Who knows what'll happen when you get back? Whether your heads stay on your shoulders is another matter." "If it comes to that, I have my ways. You don't have to worry," Carissa assured him confidently. Sebastian knew that her promises didn't guarantee much, but he couldn't help but agree with her—someone always had to be the fool. The common people needed fools like them. Still, a part of Sebastian wished the fools weren't Rafael and Carissa, but someone else. He walked over to a dusty shelf and pulled down a small wooden box. Blowing off the dust, he wiped it with a cloth before

I pushed back, using Sebastian's script. "Sebastian is not chaotic, Father. He is strategic. He is being maliciously targeted by a former rival, a man named Griffin Patterson, who is trying to leverage a past tragedy to destroy his company. Sebastian's move—the engagement—was a necessary counter-measure to stabilize CazoS's stock and protect me from the smear campaign. The police reports, as you know, cleared me. This scandal is purely fabricated to discredit him."

"Excuse me, may I have a word with you two?" The man gestured for them to follow him to a quieter area. "I’m Hayden Klein. It’s a pleasure to meet you both." Hayden took the initiative to extend his hand to Sebastian, who shook it, and Caitlin also gave him a brief handshake. "Mr. Klein?" Sebastian questioned, a hint of recognition flashing in his eyes. Caitlin exchanged a quick glance with him. They both recalled that the person behind the Yun's Aromatic Codex had the same surname.

The bank is exactly as abandoned as Dexter promised. Broken windows, graffiti-covered walls, the hollow shell of a building that once meant something. Sebastian is waiting in the shadows near a service entrance, a lean wolf with sharp features and cautious eyes. "You're late," he says by way of greeting. "We're punctual," Rylan corrects. "You're just early." "Same thing in my world." Sebastian looks us over—me, Rylan, Zara, and two warriors Rylan selected for their stealth skills. "Small group. Good. The tunnels aren't built for armies."

Yet he was cold as arctic, his closest and dearest were familiar with this and were completely aware that Sebastian was naturally closed off and his love for his family and friends was not expressed like most would express theirs. Haley walked towards Sebastian and gave him a warm smile not expecting anything back from Sebastian. They both walked to the rear acres of garden where they were met with Sebastians patents. Mr and Mrs Agreste both hugged their son as they and his grandparents were the only people that he would allow to embrace him in such a manner. With the exception of two others and that was his younger cousin, Gabriel and his sister Elizabeth. Gabriel and Elizabeth were his pat

"We could even head over there now if you like. I would prefer it, actually. I have come a very long way to have this meeting." "Absolutely not." Beth stared daggers at the man, but he ignored her. "First, you need to make an appointment. Then you and I can talk. Afterword, if your case has any merit, I will arrange a meeting with my client and see if he will agree to meet with you." Sebastien stared blankly into a corner, pretending that he hadn't heard her. Beth waited. She had dealt with this before and knew that he was waiting to interrupt her. Determined to out wait him, she resumed working on her computer, typing herself a nonsensical memo.

“Get back to the event. I’ll handle this.” Sebastian’s voice was low but decisive as he pulled a sleek, compact tool from the inner lining of his suit—a mini bolt cutter. Its matte black finish gleamed under the muted sunlight filtering through the canopy of trees. He approached the fence with calculated steps. “Wait, that might be an electric fence.” He paused, eyeing the upper lines of the fencing—taut, snaking wires that hummed faintly with potential death. Sebastian stepped closer and crouched, his sharp eyes tracing the path the young boy had taken.

“Sebastian, my life has already become a contemporary art installation titled Beautiful Woman, Two Romanos, One Secret Child, and a Black Envelope. Do you really want to talk about hard?” His eyes didn’t blink. “I want to talk about safe.” “That’s worse.” “I know.” “Don’t sound patient. I hate that.” “I know that too.” I stared at him. He didn’t take the bait. The old Sebastian would have answered back, would have stabbed with one smooth sentence, would have made me want to slap him or kiss him, depending on how stupid my body was that day. The Sebastian standing in front of me now was only cold. Focused. All his attention locked on the photos, the card, the video, and the little girl asleep

Soren answered but I saw his hands trembling a bit even as he tried to hide it by clasping them together and swallowing the lump in his throat. Sebastian is a terrifying king. “You see, recently, Helios has been going through some hard times,” he states, “Attacks against us continued. I’m sure you've been aware about the suspicious timing since the abduction.” I bit my tongue at the reminder of that time. “How my wife got killed in the first place is a mystery,” Sebastian gritted out. Soren instantly shifted with unease in his seat. “I'm sure you're one of the few people who understands this best, right?” His red eyes glowed for a second as he emphasized his word. It sounded close to a threa