Sebastian Michaelis Ciel Phantomhive Mga Nobela at Kwento

he signalled his friend who stepped closer. “Professor Randale Terzo Morell.” Sebastian spoke. The professor stiffened. He slowly faced Seb, wide eyed. “Please listen to Dorin...” Seb paused and looked at Dorin. “Listen to Dorin Silvius’ words.” “You,” Vincent looked at Sebastian. “are a Silver Tongue!” his eyes widen. “I knew you smelled familiar!” Seb looked at Vincent, a bit surprised. “But I guess you didn’t get their looks,” the boy added.

Immediately after Ramona left, Sebastian hurried back to his laptop on his bed. Holding the mouse, he giggled. He could not imagine how weak he was when Ramona was with him earlier but suddenly, he regained some vigor magically. Maybe Ramona is a weakness and his strength. Retiring from every form of distraction, he opened up the previous homepage from his laptop and continued from there. He was scanning all the necessary information about the people he suspected as villains in the company. He went into their social handle, digging out every necessary information about them. Sebastian discovered that Mark was not on social media or perhaps, he was using another name. The people Sebastian was

Sebastian forced a smile. "Look, I’ve got a stage calling my name." Leo stood up, stretching like a cat. "It’s Leo on the app if you decide you want a real show." He turned and vanished through the curtains. "There’s an app?" Sebastian murmured to himself. He pulled out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen. It took ten minutes of digging, but finally, he found it. A hidden app for Black Halo’s elite clientele. He registered under a burner name and typed four letters into the search bar: N-O-A-H.

Sebastian had given her full clearance, something that said more than any declaration of trust ever could. And yet… it also meant he was testing her. In the deepest chamber, a digital projection bloomed to life—Sebaatian’s profile flickering on the wall, mid-conversation with a technician. Ocean recognized the man. He used to work for Hale Dynamics. Marcus Hale’s old empire. Her stomach twisted. “He’s been saving them… from Marcus.” “Or stealing them,” Elise said softly. Both possibilities burned. Hours later, Ocean found herself alone in Sebastian’s glass office above the lab—a space that looked down on his secrets like a god peering at his worshippers. The desk was meticulously arranged, e

She was fired by her agency, and no one else would let her into their home. One mighty fine day, she went out to God knows where and came back home with stars in her eyes. “Loriah!” She’d said, “you won’t believe the luck we’ve had! The one and only Sebastian Von Hale offered me a job in his mansion in London. Can you believe it? London!” No, I couldn’t believe it. Which is why I did some very intensive digging on the man. My suspicions tripled when I discovered that Sebastian Von Hale wasn’t just rich, he was god-level wealthy. He owned the most successful biotech company in London, grossing billions in profit every month.

"Emily Zhou! Sebastian Cross. Congratulations on your Fl preparations, your car looks remarkably fast. Shame about the corporate espionage problem you're experiencing." Everyone in the room froze. "You're behind the hack." I said. "Me? I'm in Switzerland, living quite comfortably. Why would I risk that attacking your F1 team?" "Because you're you. Sebastian, what do you want?" "To offer trade. I'll identify your mole in exchange for something I want." "What?" "Vanessa Brooks. Specifically, I want her consulting firm destroyed. Emily, Vanessa embarrassed me publicly,

Vincent asked, leaning forward in his chair. I bobbed my head, “Sometimes yes, it is like it’s natural to me in a sense.” “Good, but we will be testing you.” Sebastian said with a scowl, “And for your sake I hope you aren't lying.” So, Sebastian Phantomhive is calling me a liar? He believes I am not what I say I am, and that I cannot do anything along the lines of what I have explained. Though, I suppose that is his choice to believe that, I can’t stop it. I can show them different, but not with the strange power binding anklet around my leg.

Chapter 8 King Sebastian I have been away for some days now to take care of something in England, and I just came back last night. Nobody knew that I came back to the palace, so I think nobody is aware of my presence in the palace now. I didn't come back to the palace alone, but with a woman. Ariel is a sister to my best friend, King Maximus Danielle of the Elixir Dynasty in North England.

“I thought your father was dead.” “Everyone did,” Damien said. “But Sebastian Hale Crest faked his death twenty years ago. Walked away from Crest Holdings, left me and my mother with nothing, and built an offshore empire from the bones of his betrayal. You want to know who Sierra’s biggest investor is?” He slammed the final file on the table. “It’s him.” For a moment, no one moved. No one spoke. The name alone had weight. Sebastian Hale Crest was a legend….and a warning. Ruthless. Brilliant. Cold enough to carve out entire industries and burn cities to fuel his profits.

When you were planning to take over a criminal organization, you needed legitimate partners who could help launder that transition into respectability. My secure phone buzzed with an incoming call. The number told me it was my contact in Florence, the one tracking down our loose ends. "Tell me you have good news," I said without preamble. "I wish I could, jefe. Michael Sebastian is proving more difficult to locate than anticipated." My jaw clenched. "What do you mean difficult?" "He's gone to ground completely. Professional disappearing act, no credit card usage, no phone activity, no digital footprints. Either he's dead already or he's had help from people who know how to make someone invis