Sebastian Michaelis Ciel Phantomhive Novels & Stories

Cinnia seethed, taking one stair at a time. "You know me, Cinnia, and I know you. Very well in fact. I see you. I see more than you think." "Enough with the cryptic nonsense." Cinnia groaned when she finally made it to the top of the stairs. "Tell me who you are." "I see you trying to get to your room. Anyway, your mate won't be able to sniff me out. You can't find a dead man. The name's Sebastian and we'll be meeting very soon." He hung up with a beep.

“I’ve learned Caelum changed his first name from Highrise to Maximoff, so people probably know him as Mr Maximoff. I know he uses this bar as a front for something else, and he’s probably involved in something dangerous. Either that or he’s married to a wealthy heiress and you’re trying to hide it. No matter how you look at it though, I have gleaned something. Further investigation will help me glean more.” I lock eyes with Caelum’s friend. “Thanks, Sebastian.” If the look on his face is any indication, then I'd say I hit some marks with that assessment. This bar is a front, undeniably, and as it is with all things, this is a breadcrumb, one that will lead me to other breadcrumbs, and then t

“That's not all. Do you remember Maksoft Technology Company, the top tier rival competing for the same contract you are bidding for? Sebastian hummed in acknowledgement. Luna closed her eyes and steeled her nerves. “My ex-husband is the CEO of Maksoft Technology Company.” Luna waited for Sebastian's fiery reaction. Silence ensued. Sebastian cleared his throat. “That's a mysterious turn of events.” He chuckled. “However, like I said before, I don't care about your past. Your ex-husband is in your past life and I don't want to exist there. I want the present and the future with you.” Sebastian stated firmly.

Who are you really, Sebastian? I opened a new tab. My fingers shook slightly as I typed. Cross Industries. Enter. The screen flooded with results. CROSS INDUSTRIES: The Trillion Dollar Shadow. AEROSPACE. DEFENSE. CYBERSECURITY. AI. It wasn't a garage. It was an empire. One that made Vane Media look like a lemonade stand. I clicked on the "Leadership" tab. CEO: Sebastian Cross. I held my breath, waiting for the photo. Waiting to see the face of the man who cooked me eggs and wore grease-stained jumpsuits.

“No Chief. That's about all I got. I hope something is behind the walls.” “Okay, you got my permission. Go ahead.” He nods on the chief's approval, walking out boldly, more reassured than when he walked in. This must be it. It should be it. All his facts point to this. I better be right. *** Sebastian had just wrapped the last of the tapes when he decided to reach the Browns’ mansion again. He knows Michael had gone on a trip some days ago. He passes the automatic gate and through the long driveway until he reaches the parking lot. Doctor Silas is just about leaving.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

By the way, do you know me? Hearing his question, Crystal's smile slowly vanished and she turned towards Ramos because she didn't know him. "It's alright if you don't because I also didn't know you until I saw your judgment. I am Sebastian Dems, the Chef Counsel." The moment Sebastian introduced himself as the chief counsel, Crystal's heart dropped. Chief counsel? The head of the werewolf counsel? Crystal instantly got nervous as she said so many things and didn't greet him that well, "I..I am so_"

he scoffed, "You almost had me fooled, but you forgot one thing, Emily- I'm not stupid." My heart skips a beat. My mind races, trying to figure out how to defuse the situation. Calmly, but nervously. I said, "Michael-" He slammed his palms on the desk, cutting me off. "I know everything! Sebastian was in Canada this morning, securing a deal worth billions, right under my nose because of your lies!" "How- how did you find out?" I swallowed nervously. "Well, it turns out Celine isn't a fan of yours." He smirked.

“You pathetic fool! Someday you'll wake up from your little fantasy and learn just how good of a friend is. Now, bas! Enough of this. Give us that kite. Zeff must have been looking for it” Phelan stooped and picked up a mirror, held it tight between her palms. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, grinding her teeth against each other. Ozouf flinched. He began to take a step back, stopped. “Last chance, Phelan. Take your time to think of; us or your friends” Phelan's answer was to cock the arm that held the mirror. But she stood still, thought for a whip and moved a step back towards the edge of her bed.

“The son of that ambassador who incessantly hit on Sebastian that time at the zoo?” There was no missing Michael’s amusement this time, which was punctuated with a loud snort. “I wish. But no.” Sebastian lazily flipped his friend the finger. “Who is it, Michael?” “You’re going to love this one, Seb,” he said, a smirk sliding over his lips. “It's Taliana Avilla.” Sebastian choked on his coffee, causing Marcus to pat him hard on the back. After the coughing spell passed, he stared at his friend in shock.