Sebastian Michaelis X Reader 소설 & 이야기

I tap the message open. LOVE: Hey you honey. I have been thinking and I realize you are not what I want. I can’t lead my pack to success with a human mate. I have already found someone more superior than you, and better for me. Please, don’t contact me. This was never real for me. I read the message and everyone, including me, knows that the sender or the writer is not Sebastian. It’s Charlie. And even without mentioing of me being a human, Sebastian never calls me honey and he wouldn't talk about someone being superior to anyone. That's not him.

“I’m so sorry about your mom Sebastian. She died this morning. She was murdered” ——————————— Hey readers, to resolve any confusion you’re having about this book, please read. Sebastian and Eric are one person. Sebastian is the main personality while Eric is his other personality that Sebastian mentally developed himself as a defense mechanism against a recurring event when he was a child. Hope you get the line?

He was too dangerous for me. I remembered what I read in a particular romance book I had when I was in my early curiosity and addiction to historical romance. This situation had been almost the same as the heroine of the story and I was too afraid to know if I would end up the same as her. Maybe I was reading too much and had been affected more than I should have but Sebastian was more ruthless compared to the character that got her in the end. I would like to think that Sebastian was the villain instead of the heroine. But how could I ever think of that when somehow he had been almost the same as the heroine I had been dreaming about coming to reality. Especially when he kisses me. and I wi

But my body betrayed my feelings and clung even tighter to him, leaving no inch uncovered. “Fear not. They are harmless. By the way, they are my friends. Look, the gray one is Liam, my cousin. You already met him at the company!” I just felt sick. These monsters from hell surrounded me and I did not know. Was I so ignorant that I didn’t realize there was something wrong? I was usually so focused on details. “Liam... of course,” I could mutter, sticking even more to his delicious hairy chest. As I did that, I felt his hardened bulge pushing me through the dress and without realizing it; I took out a brief moan, which Sebastian caught immediately. His smile became so provocative that I almost

he growled, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked into his eyes. Well, I tend to. A small voice whispered from my depths. Oh God, no! Control yourself, Angel. You cannot let yourself be carried away with his charm and his… ridiculous muscles, his dark eyes that are just as ridiculous, trying to pull me in. I hissed and held in a breath, trying not to breathe in his foresty, musky scent that is apparently pushing me to my limits. “N-No. His name really is Sebastian.” “Did he fuck you?” he asked bluntly, making my body recoil and I freeze before him.

“When I was reading… were you… trying to read it too?” He froze. Just for a second, but I noticed. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. Then he gave a practiced, easy smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Old habits, Amelia. Sometimes my body still acts like I can. That’s all.” I wanted to believe him. But the seed of doubt had already been planted. Sebastian shifted his weight, the faintest crease forming between his brows. “I’ll go have my bath,” he murmured, his voice low and almost distracted.

A lie. I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing her in. Over her shoulder, the lobby continued its indifferent rhythm—footsteps, voices, other people’s emergencies. And then I saw him by the exit. Hands in his coat pockets, standing like he belonged there. Not pacing, not pretending. Just present like he had been from the beginning, never asking permission, never announcing himself. He had simply come. Sebastian. He looked at me over Isla’s shoulder. I looked back. Last night’s words echoed in my chest, Isla sitting on the edge of my bed in the dark, voice quiet but certain: “You’ve been in my corner my whole life. Let someone be in yours.”

she whispered, her voice trembling. A slow, dark smirk touched the corner of Sebastian’s mouth. "You haven't seen my insanity yet." His thumb was still resting firmly against her lower lip. As she breathed, her soft, parted lips moved naturally against his rough skin. His amber eyes dropped, watching the subtle movement with a dark, heavy focus. He pressed in a fraction of an inch, the pad of his thumb slipping dangerously close to parting her lips completely and sliding into her mouth. The raw, intense hunger in his gaze sent a violent jolt straight through her veins—a terrifying clash of fear and an unwanted, forbidden rush of heat.

I could see it in his eyes, that predatory glint which spoke volumes of his intentions—intentions that undeniably involved Michael. "Thinking about your new lover?" Sebastian's voice was soft but menacing, insinuating itself into my thoughts, unbidden. “Yeah, I have heard of you and rich-boy Michael. I am going to make sure he gets it inside his head, that he is messing with the wrong guy.” I clenched my jaw, refusing to give voice to the storm of anxiety his presence conjured within me. My silence was my shield, my armor against the assault of his dark promises.

Soon, she passed out on the cold floor and Sebastian carried her and placed her on the bed. "I still need to feed from you so I'm not letting you go so soon" He said in an intimidating tone before walking out of the room. Xavier had just gotten back home and saw Sebastian talking to the cook "As long as you see that other woman in this house, prepare meals for her that will regain her blood" and the woman nodded to her boss' request. "You really have no shame anymore" Xavier said walking towards his brother. "Meaning?" Sebastian said without sparing Xavier a glance. "Though the workers know what we are, it doesn't mean we should flaunt it. What if one of them is working with our rivals and t