Sebastian Mitchell Novels & Stories

I pushed back, using Sebastian's script. "Sebastian is not chaotic, Father. He is strategic. He is being maliciously targeted by a former rival, a man named Griffin Patterson, who is trying to leverage a past tragedy to destroy his company. Sebastian's move—the engagement—was a necessary counter-measure to stabilize CazoS's stock and protect me from the smear campaign. The police reports, as you know, cleared me. This scandal is purely fabricated to discredit him."

he replied and I heard the door open I turned to face a frustrated Xavier his hair messy most likely from being under the snow cap. "You must be Xavier," Sebastian said standing up outstretching his hand. "I'm Sebastian," he added and Xavier shook his hand confidence radiating off him. He was intimidating even more so when he wanted to be and I knew Sebastian felt the power, control and confidence radiating off him. "Xavier Persons," he said giving him a small smile before pulling away sitting beside me.

His gaze swept the room, every word deliberate. “She has carried burdens no Luna should ever carry, and she has done it with grace. And tonight, the two of us have an announcement to make, one that I, as her Alpha and mate, am proud to be giving.” He paused, his eyes finding mine again, softening just slightly before turning steel-sharp once more. “My Luna, Valerie Blackthorn,” he said clearly, “is carrying my heir…”

But just as Mia was reveling in her triumph, her phone suddenly chimed with a starred notification. She clicked on it—and her expression changed dramatically! It was Sebastian! He had used his official account to repost her post! Mia's heart pounded as she read his words, her face draining of color. Sebastian’s anger practically radiated from the screen. “I’m very grateful to my partner for her help during the show. Without her, I might have been eliminated like everyone else.” “My partner is intelligent, kind, and has a strong sense of justice. I hope everyone can view certain misleading edits with rationality.”

The sight of him alone, made me feel safe and secure even though it was not how it was supposed to be, how could I feel secure with the one whose only intention was to hurt me? He looked at me, his eyes softening for a brief moment but then when Chris emitted a groan in pain, the prior rage crawled it's way back into and once again, all I could see was the very familiar dark eyes of Sebastian and the flames of the wrath that was capable of destroying everything in a matter of a second. "Chris Robinson," Sebastian spoke, his brows rising as if he was just acknowledging his presence, "One of the newly rising arms suppliers." He stepped closer to Chris who still haven't managed to get himself o

He is just a man. "Do what? Dance with me? I just saw you up there, dominating the stage, so I hardly think you are shy." He extends his hand and waits for me to grab it. "I am Sebastian Stanley. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" "Delilah Gibson." I look at his hand. It is clean and beautiful, unlike Jason, who always seems to have dirt under his fingernails. I scold myself in my head for keep comparing the two of them.

Mitchie's words echoed in my mind, telling me to search the internet. I picked up the phone and slowly sat on the bed. Fortunately, the phone had no password, and I could easily access it. I did as Mitchie had suggested and began watching a video. My heart raced as I watched, my mind filled with different thoughts that distracted me from the video. What ifs and unanswered questions crowded my mind. I was lost in thought when a loud laugh jolted me back to reality. I jumped up on my feet and turned to see Sebastian behind me, freezing in place.

“Cami.” . . . ~Ren~ After Natalie picked me up at Devin's place, we were seated in this Italian restaurant for about two hours now. This meeting is boring me to death. I did everything I could not to fall asleep in front of Camilla Smith and Timothy Jones. They are the new producers assigned to work with me by the label. This duo is urging me to speak about Griffin and Devin. My answer is consistent, “I’m here for my music and not to sell my personal life.”

I didn’t want him suspecting anything, and judging by his reaction, for now, I can tell that he doesn’t. “No, as my beta, you are the ONLY one to know about this. Donatello knows about this because he is my partner and Donato is obviously his son” I said, glaring at my beta whose frown deepened somehow. I didn’t respond to him as I looked at Donatello, the two of us sharing a silent message that I was thankful neither Donato or Carter picked up. The bait has been thrown, now all we need to do is see what we’re going to catch…

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.