Sebastian Lair Novels & Stories

Lachlan rushed to stop Maridelle, however, Sebastian has blocked his way. “Get out of my way!” Lachlan screamed. Sebastian was calm. His grin has enjoyed to stay on his face. “And what? Let you stop the entertainment? That is exactly what she is supposed to be. A beast. A monster. Outrageous, free, and unlimited!” Lachlan's fist landed on Sebastian's cheek. It managed to make Sebastian kiss the floor. “She isn't going to become a monster!” Sebastian wiped the blood flowing from his lip and put a self-complacent smile. “And what will you call that?”

my grandfather asked as he glared at Sebastian. Sebastian looked at everyone stopping on mine. “Sebastian?” I asked, standing up. “Yes, yes!” Sebastian said panicking, “He is right, I came here because I wanted to be honest and tell everyone I’ve been working as a fake partner with Stefan. It’s been years since I joined hands with him. All the information you get is because of my men and me and also,” Sebastian mumble as he looked at Faith, “I know where Allorah is. That’s why I came.”

She makes fun out of everything and I never have to worry whenever am with her. Sebastian is Louise friend, that's why he has to join us for lunch, Sebastian is cool also he has an average height of 6'1 tall. He has a Auburn hair and brown eyes, Sebastian is always quite and says things when he thinks his words will be recognized. I don't think he looks at girls or admires them, Louise jokes with him about girls but he only shurggs them off like it's not his thing, so am concluding he is gay and I intend to ask Louise about it.

But under the groaning floorboards, pulled into a decades-old tunnel constructed for smuggling, a man limped—picking up someone by the collar. Sebastian. Dying. "You're lucky I owe you my life," Lazarus growled, slapping Sebastian's face so hard he couldn't slip away. "You crazy son of a. Shot through the chest and you still smiled at death." Sebastian's eyes flashed open, blood trickling from his lips. "They… think… I'm dead." "You are, from their point of view. Let's keep it that way," Lazarus growled, hoisting him onto a rusty gurney.

That look in Sebastian's eyes? Chilling.

Leo looked between them. “You guys know this person?” Vanessa’s smile slowly faded. “Oh.” She whispered softly. “That’s interesting.” On the screen the hacker leaned forward slightly. The camera focused. Sharp eyes. Calm expression. And a familiar voice. “Hello, Sebastian.” Sebastian finally spoke. “You’re supposed to be dead.” The hacker chuckled quietly. “People say that a lot.” Leo blinked. “You know him?” Sebastian nodded slowly. “Yes.” Olivia frowned. “Who is he?”

Her icy blue eyes weren't filled with betrayal; they were burning with a fierce, terrifying, absolute devotion. "She took advantage of a broken, unconscious man," Zara whispered, her voice a sultry, unbreakable vow. "And now she thinks she can use those photos to steal my empire? If Vanessa was a paid escort, then that little boy is not a Sterling. We just need Sebastian to testify." "Sebastian resigned three years ago," Lucian breathed, his eyes finally reigniting with that familiar, lethal fire as he fed off Zara's unshakeable strength. "He relocated to Dubai. He completely fell off the grid."

The room that should have been Veronica’s triumph. I could still remember the phone call from Veronica the next morning, her voice small and confused. “Mother, something went wrong. Sebastian left early. He barely spoke to me. He seemed… different. Distant.” Different. Distant. Because he’d already spent the night with someone else. With Alina. By the time I’d pieced together what Lila had done, it was too late. Sebastian had come back to his senses after sleeping with Alina, apparently, the aphrodisiac had worn off just enough for his precious control to reassert itself. He’d left before Veronica could make her move.

“Save it, Stick Girl.” Taliana pouted and looked back at the picture. Sebastian was easy to pick out with his trademark smirk and mysterious glint in his dark blue eyes. To his left was a haughty preteen who must have been one of his sisters, and on her lap was a precious little girl. “I didn’t know you had sisters.” His lips curled into a fond smile. “Lacey and Eleanor.”

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."