Novel & Cerita Sebastian Klein Series

K Whatever flinched, “N-nothing… So how do we get in?” “We’re standing in the small blind spot of the surveillance here, and there’s a hole that gave me a chance to escape, we can use it to go back but the other side is a den of ahm… some wild animals…” Sebastian scratched his head. “Then how did you get out?” “That’s the thing, I don’t know. It’s just every reset, I chose to leave, nothing happened to me when using that hole.” K Whatever clicked her tongue and complain in her mind, ‘Why does the world favours him but tortures him in other things?!’

"Give up your life so they can live." Sebastian looked at the monitors. Then at the Titan beneath the glass. Then at Harper. "You're right," Sebastian said softly. "I do have a hero complex." He walked toward the Chairman. He holstered his gun. He stood in front of the dying young man. "But I am also..." Sebastian’s hand moved. Fast as lightning. He didn't reach for the Throne. He reached for the Cables connected to the Chairman's spine. "...a very bad employee." [The Breaker]

Kingston, who was driving, did not even dare to breathe. Sebastian was rarely angry and seldom lost his cool ever since he took charge of the Ford Group. Master Sebastian was always cool and distant, yet calm and relaxed. Although it was true that he was a cold-blooded murderer, cool and unfeeling, Master Sebastian never displayed his anger on the surface. However, Master Sebastian lost his cool entirely when he read the hot search about Sabrina sweeping the entire Internet. They did not rush to the hotel instantly but went home first. Kingston realized that Master Sebastian was going home to get his weapon.

He stands motionless, just listening to Krys. “Do you think you will find happiness after doing all this? Do you think avenging Sheila by taking away Kaden's mate would bring her back?” Krys questions. “No. But it will lessen this pain I feel.” Sebastian answers, his eyes suddenly turning into a burning flame. “Once again, I don't want to fight you Krys. Move!” Sebastian demanded, his tone threatening. His eyes were glaring fiery red. I could see flames surrounding him, nine burning tails stood behind him, flaring like an untamable fire.

"Christen Meng, he has escaped." The room stilled as Sebastian broke the news. For all the things happened recently, Mengs found their way inside the SNO. Killian looked at him with a glare that can turn anyone into stone. I repressed a shudder, what will happen to Sebastian? "What is the status?" he asked. My fears for him were unfound. Sebastian, in his all-black suit, stood there straight without a hint of a frown. I can see why he was Killian’s right-hand man.

“He’s the villain, I’m calling it right now,” Sebastian states, pointing at the male on screen. I shove him with my shoulder, aghast. “Why would you spoil it?” “I’m not!” He insists. “I’m making an educated guess based on the clues around me.” I roll my eyes, but Sebastian doesn’t reply to me. Instead, I watch as he lifts his legs up onto the couch, crunched up in what looks to be a ball. “I hope he’s wrong,” Madelyn sighs. “He’s my favorite character so far!”

“I would carry you, but my side hurts pretty bad.” “What happened?” Alec stood up slowly. “A really bad man stabbed me with a knife.” Keisha’s eyes grew to the size of nickels “Whoa.” “Alec,” Lana whispered with worry. “It’s okay. I got this,” Alec said as he took Keisha’s hand. They started walking toward the stairs. “Yeah, but it’s okay. He won’t be bothering anybody again.” “Well, that’s good,” Keisha said. “Are you a policeman?”

Keith looked at him and heaved a sigh. "I owe my life to you, Sebastian," Keith mumbled. "I will help you to the extent of my power, but we need more allies," he added. Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking of the problems that kept arising. If only he could beat Elijah to death, he will gladly do it. "Leave it to me," Sebastian said. He went out of his office and walked to the room that Keith prepared for him. Sebastian quickly saw Joana standing outside, waiting for him.

Sebastian took two steps forward, close enough for her to smell his cologne and lose her train of thought for a second. “Con artists don’t care about other people,” he murmured. “And you care too much.” Karen swallowed hard, feeling her heart beat too fast. It’s been this way since the kidnapping... It was Sebastian who seemed dangerous. Not because of his physical strength, not because of his violence, but because of the way he saw beyond her armor. “That’s my weakness,” she admitted, almost in a whisper. Sebastian moved closer, so close that his scent mingled with the air, warm and intimate. With his fingertips, he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch light as if he were a

That look in Sebastian's eyes? Chilling.