Sebastian Klein Short Film Novels & Stories

he answered resting his head against Sebastian’s shoulder. To make up for not being able to pick Jaxsen up from school the day before, Sebastian allowed him to engage in the B rated horror movie marathon playing late on the Sy-Fy channel. Sebastian loved B rated horror films dating back to the ‘20’s and ‘30’s up to the present day. He’d been waiting all week; which meant now that it was time for it to begin in less than ten minutes, Sebastian armed Jaxsen with a big bowl of pop-corn and himself with drinks for the three of them, and plopped down onto the couch in an unceremonious fashion.

“Mommy. Salma. Bunny.” Then, without warning, she turned the camera. Straight to Sebastian. Damn it. Sebastian was standing near the living room window, one hand in the pocket of his joggers, the other holding his second or third mug of coffee today, who knew. Daylight fell across one side of his face. Gray T-shirt. Lounge pants. Very domestic. Very unsafe to be displayed to New York through a small screen. He lifted his eyes to the screen, then to Poppy, then back to the screen with the calm of a bastard who had never had a panic nerve in his body.

He crosses to the other end of the road, takes a long walk till the point Laurel had described. Sebastian has a plan. He knows with every step he takes and every time he doubles back, he covers more ground. He will watch himself go round all through the night and if the camera never misses him, then he has a magician in his hands but if the Camera only shows him at certain points, then they are humans after all.

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

' " Shut your mouth. " Sebastian approached his queen slowly to shut the water flow, he looked around for a clean robe and he grabbed it to bring it to Kelly. " My Queen. " Sebastian mumbles as he is waiting for her to raise her eyes, he flinched when she laughed creepily without doing so. " You still want to see how pathetic I can get, what? Planning to make a movie on who is the most pathetic human on earth or what? " Kelly raised her sight as she was scratched badly on her face.

Who? ” Sebastian “

I warn, glaring playfully. “I’m just saying,” she teases, following me to the door, “you’re living in a romance novel.” "Am I now?" I thought to myself as Elise's words bounce off my ears. I step outside, and my breath catches. Sebastian waits just outside the apartment, exuding power and sophistication in a sharp black suit that molds to his frame like it was designed to intimidate. His dark hair is slicked back, emphasizing the sharp angles of his jaw and the piercing blue eyes that lock onto me like a predator sizing up its prey.

Everyone is quiet right now, none of them daring to say anything and address the elephant in the room. Sebastian, on the other hand, desperately tries to formulate a plan to help Killian get rid of the gloom and that's when his eyes fall on some of the students who are surfing. They have managed enough lighting to help them see clearly, however, it's still dangerous to surf this late without sunlight. If not cautious enough, one might drown, not to mention that most of these kids are drunk as hell. But Sebastian isn't drunk, nor is Killian. He can make it work. "Come on, take your shirt off. And pants too. I hope you are wearing shorts underneath." Sebastian says, standing up. He is so busy

Sebastian was quick to surge through the side cabinets and find out a camera, expertly switching it on and making it face Lorraine. Fuck, it was on and he could see Lorraine in it. He placed the camera on the bed, right besides Lorraine so their side profiles could be seen. Sebastian surged forward to kiss Lorraine again, the line of their bodies molding together, his hand snaking up Lorraine's half naked form, brushing her nipple. Lorraine whined, arching into him, her hips pressing against his. "Are you not shy that I'm filming you?" Sebastian huffed out, breathless already.

Sebastian doubted the science. But at this point, he doubted everything. Katherine settled in with a dramatic sigh, pulled her legs up slightly, and cradled her tub of popcorn like it was a newborn. “This is going to be awful,” she whispered with glee. Sebastian glanced at the screen, which now displayed a man being eaten by a mechanical sea-lizard hybrid in slow motion. He exhaled. “I already regret this.” She smiled sweetly and stuffed a fistful of caramel-drizzled popcorn in her mouth. “Too late.”