Sebastian Michaelis Personality Novels & Stories

Theo grimaces, "Michael has boundless access and connections to people in Canada, just a word from him and we'll be caught off in a snap." "How come I didn't know this? And I've been your secretary for years." I always thought Sebastian was phenomenal but it seemed he's also human. "Seb didn't want you to be a blazing arrow leading to him," Theo explained. "But I'm just his secretary." "That's what you think," he winked at me," and by the way you were so cute when you threw up on old Seb last night," he said with a grin. "Aren't you supposed to meet up with Sophia?" Sebastian cut him off.

Sebastian hissed. He was a man of few words. I had worked with them long enough to know their weak spots, trigger points, and preferred sides. While Sebastian Crowe was more of a diplomat, he was equally a smooth talker with a dangerous mind, a man who valued loyalty and did his very best to keep it. To see them in my office only implied one reason: the fallout with the Caswells was more dramatic behind closed doors than the display they had just had within the council halls.

Once he finally calmed down, he leaned back in his chair and studied me silently for a few moments. "Do you know that there is only one person in this entire company who can call Malcolm Grayson a handful and get away with it?" he asked. I sighed. "I would not call that taming." Then after thinking about it for a moment, I added, "Well, maybe while you were away we got pretty close." "Exactly." He said suddenly. A smile immediately appeared on Sebastian's face. "He isn't the type of person who gets close to people, Imogen." For some reason, the joking expression slowly faded from his face.

“She’s like us… a female Dom. Deadly when she wants to be.” Dominic smirks slightly and offers his hand. “Good to meet you.” Isabel shakes it, her lips twitching in amusement. “You too. Any friend of Will’s is worth keeping an eye on.” I walk over to Sebastian. “This is Sebastian. Always buried in his books or his dad’s business projects. A complete workaholic. He probably won’t even hear you unless you speak in equations or contracts.” Sebastian looks up just long enough to give a small smile. “Hi.”

"Mr Black the meeting has ended I have given you my final decision, I expect to hear back from you when you are in a position to accept my offer. If not I will be take further action. Good Bye" Luca does not need a command from Sebastian to show Mr Black and his partners the way out, which they reluctantly follow. Sebastian showed no emotion and was calm as ever as he knew no one would dare to disobey his word. Sebastian was a business mogul, the best companies were waiting to do business with him, as merely the name of Sebastian would gain the vote of many consumers. Sebastians influence far reached every corner of the world, including businesses, politics, intelligence agencies, media and

he said in a challenging tone. “Well, this is Sebastian, Mr. Grant’s personal—” “We have met.” Sebastian cut me off, “Mr. Williams, one of the most successful businessmen in Seattle.” Sebastian, adjusting his glasses, said, God, I didn't realize Sebastian admired William. I mean, everyone else did; I just didn't think Sebastian was one of them—William is one of those men everyone admired; men wanted to be him and women wanted to be with him. Well, little did they know that the William they knew was very different from the William I knew.

I wanted to see if he could meet my expectations, if he could be trusted without revealing anything too soon. Frank gestured for him to take a seat. “Sebastian, thank you for coming in. Why don’t we start by having you tell us a little about your experience and approach to management?” Sebastian’s answers were sharp, concise, yet thorough. His voice carried warmth when appropriate, authority when necessary. He navigated the questions with apparent ease, demonstrating a clear understanding of corporate strategy, human resources principles, and leadership dynamics. I continued to watch silently, noting how his responses mirrored Michael’s description exactly, confident, intelligent, polished.

“Well, you are… you were… he is…” Rich. Sebastian wasn’t just rich but extremely wealthy, just like my former parents and Bruno, and everything they did was for their own selfish benefits. Not just them but their friends and closed circles. If it wasn’t going to profit them, then they weren’t interested. Who was to say Sebastian wasn’t like that too? He could be nice and sweet to everyone because he had an ulterior motive.

She lowered her head, took her teacup, and sipped the tea silently, pretending not to have noticed or understood anything that was going on around her. Thankfully, Eleanor had informed Sebastian to return home early. Once Sebastian arrived, they could finally start their meal. Sebastian was a man in his fifties: stern-faced and seldom prone to laughter, he could be quite intimidating at first glance. But beneath his gruff exterior was the heart of a child. Given Eleanor's fondness for Lizzy, Sebastian, in his endearing way of loving what his wife loved, also grew quite fond of the little girl. However, maintaining his serious demeanor meant that he rarely showed his affection openly. This re

"Adrien looks so similar to him. It must pain him so much when he sees him." "Leon struggled with it too", I told her honestly, quickly wiping my hand across my eyes. "But now he looks forward to seeing how Sebastien would have looked like the older Adrien gets. But their personalities are complete different." "What was Sebastien like?" "Quiet. Out of all three, he was the most quiet one. Michael was the social butterfly. Leon was an energetic kid that couldn't sit still. Sebastien was a picky eater, would rather eat nothing at all than eat food he didn't like. Loved his sleep. Loved being inside more than being outside. Loved being with Michael. Anything Michael did, he had to do too. Estel