Sebastian Michaelis X Reader Novels & Stories

I started, but Ember cut in, stepping closer to him, her voice dropping low and sweet. “He doesn’t tell you everything, you know. He never does. He never can.” She leaned close enough that her lips nearly brushed his ear. “Ask him what you really are. Watch him choke on the answer.” “Enough!” The storm cracked out of me before I could hold it back, wind tearing through the apartment, rattling dishes in the sink, slamming cupboard doors open and shut. Sebastian staggered, grabbing the counter for balance. His wide eyes snapped to mine, fear cutting through the anger.

"Am I right?" He was quiet for one moment. "Yes," he said. "Good." I pushed back the covers and stood up and reached for my clothes, because there was a difference between the night and the morning and the morning was when things got done. "Then stop standing at the window being brooding and handsome about it and let us go talk to your ancient mystical wolf woman before Kael has the chance to do whatever he has been planning to do." Sebastian turned from the window with an expression that wavered between something almost incredulous and something that was almost warmth. "Did you just describe me as handsome?"

“You don’t remember me. That’s alright. I worked in Apex Veil’s security division three years ago. Mid-level analyst. I saw you every day. The way you moved through the building like you owned gravity itself. So controlled. So powerful. But I could smell it underneath the Omega fighting to stay hidden. You were perfect. A king who refused to kneel… except I knew you were waiting for the right alpha to make you.” Sebastian twisted against the zip ties, a helpless whine escaping before he could swallow it. The movement sent fresh slick soaking into his trousers. The humiliation burned hotter than the heat itself. Elias leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “They fired me after a ridiculous psyc

No games he was just… kind. Dominic had never been kind. Not really. He was intense. Possessive. He gave me things but always with a string attached. Always with a reminder of who was in control. Sebastian was different, he was Slow and Attentive. He had looked at me like I was something precious. I wanted that. "Elena. Tell me where … I’m dying to meet you again.” I bit my lip. My heart was pounding. This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. Dominic would lose his mind if he knew. But Sebastian was asking. And he was gentle. And I was so tired of being owned.

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.

Sebastian ignored her and said to Micah, "Mr. Stallone, I have a piece of advice for you. If you don't keep an eye on this sister of yours, I'm afraid that her life will be in danger tonight." "You…" Micah's expression changed, and there was an icy flash in his eyes. Ordinarily, he would've made Sebastian pay for what he had just said. However, Sebastian had acted so smoothly when he'd pulled the charm out, transformed it into fire, and saved Melissa. It was clear that Sebastian was from a mystic sect.

Ezra's scent recoiled. “You treat me like a lover in the dark. But I’m just your roommate in the light. You touch me when no one’s looking and flinch when someone might see. You say you're not gay—and maybe you aren’t. But I am. I’m also an Omega, and I can’t keep being the part of you you’re only brave enough to claim behind locked doors.” Ezra’s mouth parted, scent sour with panic and guilt. “I can’t leave yet,” Sebastian went on, voice quiet and trembling.

And just like that—She slips away again. “Thank you Mr. Bike” she chuckles and touch my helmet like she try to pat me, what the fuck Melisa are you doing? You have a date and yet here you are flirting with a stranger? No, I am not just a stranger! I am Sebastian Vale. “Ghurl, you are so obsessed with dark romance books. Almost your whole cottage house is filled with them…” Wait—is he gay? I feel so confused. What’s going on? “Wait… are you gay?” I ask, my tone full of disbelief. Melisa looks a bit confused, even shocked, before replying.

Author's pov Cecilia’s patience snapped. She met his stare with eyes that held a cool, dangerous glint. "There’s nothing to discuss, Xavier. I know what you’re going to say—that I should leave Sebastian, that you can offer me something better." She leaned forward, her voice low but clear. "My answer is no. I love Sebastian. Only Sebastian. Accept that, and move on." Alpha Sebastian’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he deliberately ignored Alpha Xavier ’s barely contained fury and smoothly changed the subject.

But tonight, the world must believe I am nothing. Footsteps circle around me. Slow. Curious. Sebastian Southwell. “I disagree with you, Damien,” he says with a playful tone. “This one is interesting.” He stops close enough that I can feel his gaze on my face. “I like her eyes,” he continues. “They don’t look like Omega eyes.” Damien snorts. “All Omegas look the same when they bow.” Sebastian chuckles softly. “You’re wrong. This one has teeth.” My fingers tighten slightly around the cloth in my hands.