Sebastian Klien Novels & Stories

"Someone's orchestrating this. It's a deliberate attack. You've done well under pressure, but I'll take over from here." I rested a hand on her shoulder before stepping past her. … The weight on Jeanine's chest lifted. She felt safe around him, like she could finally breathe. For a fleeting moment, she wanted to rest her head against his solid shoulder. Before she could, Sebastian was already walking toward the crowd. Taking the microphone, he faced them squarely. "Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Sebastian Grimwald, CEO of Sleeping Giant. I'm sure someone out there was dying to see me step onto this stage."

"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.

Your prince SEBASTIAN,

His phone was buzzing, the screen lighting up the dim room. His eyes narrowed just a fraction at the caller ID. Killian Alatorre. A call from Killian was never casual. Sebastian picked up the phone. "Hierro," he answered, his voice flat and authoritative. "Cain," Killian’s absolute, demanding voice came through the speaker. "I need a favor." Sebastian listened silently as Killian briefly laid out the situation. He didn't ask for a long explanation. He didn't need one. "How many?" Sebastian asked simply.

I told Kailin. “Hey. There’s always a solution to a problem. I’ll ask around the coven. And maybe Alexander has heard something about it.” “Who’s Alexander?” “Sebastien’s father,” I replied. “Sebastien is the Lycan King. Califf’s father-in-law and her boyfriend.” “Got it.” She tried hard to hide her smile. “But you must keep her with you so she is protected.” “Why is that?”

Owen offered introductions, squeezing her shoulder encouragingly, “and Seb, the keyboardist.” Seb was a pretty brunette man with stunning hazel eyes fringed with eyelashes she only achieved with magnetic falsies, the sort of almost androgynous good looks that underwear companies seemed to prefer for their models, and Sebastian was high-school footballer handsome, square jawed, clean shaven, with a grin enhanced by good orthodontics.

A few minutes later, he pulled out his phone and dialled a number. "Bonasera Alpha. Questo è il punto 96 di controllo del confine sud-nord," he began in Italian presumably to avoid raising concerns of the human passengers amongst us. Translation: good evening Alpha. This is South-North border control point 96. "Abbiamo trovato la tua Luna su un autobus umano per Seattle," he added. Translation: we have found your Luna on a human bus to Seattle. "Ma lei si rifiuta di scendere dall'autobus senza tante storie."

The bloody very man who made my life a living hell. Hearing him laughing loudly, my blood boiled. Thinking, how life could be unfair for some of us. Yes, unfair. My name is Sebastian Darksky. I am a very popular singer. Concert organizers would pay anything to get me to sing on a stage for them. People loved me. To have a selfie with me, to see me upclose, the audience would pay whatever fare they had on tickets to my show. I was known as the most expensive singer in America. Organizers would beg my boss to get me on the stage. And my boss, he would tell them his price.

Donovan's complexion changed rapidly at the criticism. Suddenly, a muscular man with an imposing appearance emerged from the crowd. It was Sebastian, Mirage City's top Krav Maga expert. He had beaten several international pros and was considered the closest one could get to being a Savant Grandmaster. "Sebastian, I'm glad you could make it!" Stan said, rushing over. "We've got a troublemaker here who hit me and said everyone was worthless!" Sebastian's temper flared, and he shouted, "Who has the guts to say that? Didn’t he insult me too?!"

“TF… Lil. You're screaming my whole house down. Calm down. What's happening on TV anyway? Is it a new Korean Series?” “Damn it, Kourtney. This is real life right now, not a K-Drama. Your handsome hunk of a husband is currently having a live interview. Girl, turn it on!” The next second, Kourtney found herself rushing to get her remote control, and then she switched on her bedroom TV. The first thing that appeared before her was the sight of Sebastian’s chiseled face, looking so bright and attractive. His sitting posture appeared to be very noble, like the enormously powerful man he was!