Sebastian Klein Short Film Novels & Stories

They were both standing now, glaring at each other. 'Mind if I sit here?' a brown haired guy clutching his bag pack pointed at the seat beside Suzanne. The two girls stopped the staring contest. 'Um....sure,' Suzanne shrugged. 'You got lucky this time Suzanne,' Annabelle snorted and left for the opposite seat. She sat down tautly and looked out of the window, still annoyed. Not too long after the tires or the bus turned to jet packs and flew off. Suzanne sighed. It was going to be a very long day.

“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.

My wolf itches beneath my skin. Aubrey and I say in sync, “To the left, about half a mile in.” Yeah, they’re not even trying to be sneaky. With a battle just behind them, they’re laughing and roughhousing like it’s recess. Idiots. We move quickly toward them, and soon we can hear them—giggling, play fighting. It’s loud enough to be embarrassing. Even humans could track them. Sebastián is the first one I spot. His caramel skin glows in the filtered light, dark hair plastered to his head with sweat. He’s doubled over in laughter.

I say as I lean against the whiteboard. "Easier being said than done, Maximilian." Sebastian shifts in his chair and looks at us. "Her skirts seem to be getting shorter and I have to rip my eyes away from her constantly." I hear Nathaniel mumble something but can't hear what it was. "What?" Sebastian says. "I know her shorts have been getting shorter. I bumped into her this morning." He turns off his phone and places it on the desk next to him. "She was with Kol and Aiden Laneyard. Her thighs and ass looked-" He trails off.

Sebastian stumbled into the produce section, caught himself on a display of oranges, and turned around with a look of mock offense. "You're violent." "You're dramatic." "I'm the Reaper." "You're a menace." Sebastian's eyes lit up. Damian knew that look. It was the same look Sebastian got before a game-winning goal, before a bar fight, before doing something spectacularly stupid. "What?" Damian asked. "Nothing." "Sebastian." "Nothing." Sebastian reached into the cart and pulled out a zucchini. Long. Green. Curved slightly at the end. He held it up, examined it with exaggerated seriousness, then tucked it into the front of his pants.

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

A cold breeze touches the back of my nape, sending shivers all the way to my spine. “I’m sorry for the pain. I maybe am violent, rabid and can't control myself. But I'm not the type that forces himself to someone who no longer has feelings for him. You see, you're not the first to give up on me, Keila,” says Sebastian. The last sentence makes me gasp for air.

The agony on his face was so vivid that it made me want to look away, yet I couldn’t. “I like this one,” Sebastian said quietly, his gaze fixed. He gestured to another nearby: a youthful figure recoiling in horror, his hands clutching at his chest as though trying to tear himself free from invisible shackles. “It feels so vivid—like I can almost feel his fear.”

"Isn't it a bad thing?" "Yes. That's why we need to stop her," he said changing the subject. "Do you know that kid?" "What kid?" Sebastian asked with wonderment in his eyes. Xurden slipped both his hand on the packet of the shorts he was wearing. "That kid in a blue shirt, with the dog." The kid was still running on the sand with his dog following him on his back. The other two kids were also on his tail. Sebastian removed his weight from the chair and moved to the railing. He stared at the sand looking at the kid. "Why, Boss? Is there something wrong? Don't you like seeing him? Do you want me to drive him away?" Sebastian asked without a pause.

"His hearing starts in forty minutes. Why would he—" "Open it." Sebastian said. "Sebastian—" "Eli." He said. "Open it." I opened it. We watched it together on the path in the cold morning air. Twenty two seconds. When it finished I locked the screen and looked at Sebastian. Sebastian looked at me. His face had gone completely still. "That is not the video he described on the phone." I said quietly. "No." Sebastian said. "It is not." "Sebastian." I pressed carefully. "That video does not show you laughing before anyone knew about the drink."