Novel & Cerita Sebastian Solace Voice Lines

The voice came again and I breathed it in, I inhaled the very essence of the voice, letting it sink in. Then I opened my eyes, the darkness gone and I was staring at the beige-coloured ceilings accentuated with fluorescent bulbs glowing back at me. “Oli!” The cheerful voice came again. I craned toward the voice and I saw Sebastian, beaming from ear to ear, mirth clouding his eyes. My eye fell down the perfect suit he was wearing, they hug his frame beautifully and for a minute, I remembered how he had looked in my dream: perfectly toned and hairy.

NEW YORK ~SEBASTIAN~ After closing the door behind me, I sat down on the chair next to them and took off their mouth cloths. The basement was soundproofed, and no matter how loud they screamed, I didn’t care because no one would hear a sound. “Who are you? What do you want?” Sarah Lopez asked, her voice hoarse from all the screaming and crying that she did. “I am Sebastian Frost. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I don’t have a problem with you. Zac Blanchard is. I am not sure if you know him or not,” I answered.

The phone rang once, twice, and then. "Hello?" Adeline's voice is soft and melodious. Sebastian's smile spread wide. "Hey, Adeline. It's Sebastian." There was a pause, and then her warm laughter. "Hi, Sebastian. What's up?" Sebastian leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of ease. "Just finalizing my thesis before the trip. You?" His voice sparkled in tune with Adeline. "Packing, attempting to bottle up the thrill." Sebastian chuckled. "I know what you mean."

"Its voice. It sounded like Alpha Adrian." The training ground went completely silent. Everyone stared at Sebastian as though he had grown a second head. "That is impossible," Aston said finally. "You must be mistaken. The fear and panic—" "I know what I heard," Sebastian insisted, though his voice wavered with uncertainty. "The voice sounded exactly like Alpha Adrian." The elders exchanged skeptical looks. They clearly thought Sebastian was out of his mind, that what he was saying was just a fragment of his imagination brought on by trauma and fear.

“Hello,” A deep voice said, “Your death angel is at my arm’s length.” “Don’t you fucking dare touch her! Who are you?” Sebastian barked into the phone. “I won’t touch her. My bullet will!” The voice laughed. “Who the hell are you? What do you want?” Sebastian shouted, slamming his hand on the steering wheel. “I’ve more important things to handle than reintroducing myself to you. Give some task to your lazy men!’ he said, and Sebastian heard a gunshot before the call abruptly ended.

Sebastian was speechless. His face immediately turned incredibly cold. The voice he heard was very unknown and very greasy. It was different from Marcus’s warmth, different from Zayn’s kindness, and different from Nigel’s casual and easygoing manner. The voice was incredibly different from Holden’s arrogant but gentle and melancholic voice. Sebastian had never heard the voice on the phone before, and it was an incredibly foreign voice. Hearing such disgusting words on the phone, Sebastian remained calm.

Sierra The tone of his voice was low and flat as if he were speaking through a voice modulator. “Welcome to my research center,” Sebastian said. “I do hope you will like the tour.” There was a muted laugh, then quiet. Rebecca was still beside me. Not fear. Recognition.

But it’s the way he looks at me— Both eyes glowing, one black, one silver— both so painfully familiar and impossibly alien— That steals the breath from my lungs. “Sebastian,” I whisper, voice shaking. “Can you—can you move?” He blinks. Slowly. As if rediscovering the instructions for being human. Then his fingers twitch. Then curl. Then clench into a fist. “Yes,” he says. But it’s not just him speaking. There’s an echo. A layer beneath the words, deep and ancient and unyielding. The Alpha God’s timbre. And threaded with icy clarity— The First Luna. Inside him.

After a long while of silence Sebastian suddenly said, his voice was low and dark, like a demon giving out a death sentence. "Hahaha!" Mike suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, it wasn't as if he doubted what Sebastian would do if the woman dies, it just sounded outrageous to his ears, just like it would to any other person, but Mike was well aware of what Sebastian was capable of doing, and he was aware of what that woman meant to him.

“I’m not going to answer it.” Lucas suddenly takes the phone from me and presses the button to answer. “Hello,” he says in a fake girl’s voice, and then he hands it over to me. “What the fuck?” I mouth to him. “Hello, Seraphina,” Sebastian’s smooth, soft voice purrs. My eyes widen as I look at how shocked my friends look. Lucas acts like he is in church, making a cross sign on himself and putting his hands together to pray. “Hello.” “Where are you?” he asks.