Sebastian Solace X Painter Novels & Stories

Sebastian stared into her eyes with seriousness; it felt like he was trying to unravel her, penetrate into her mind and drag out her innermost desires. “Work was fine. Kinda challenging looking for the right puzzle pieces to fit, but it's nothing impossible. We can handle it.” His voice was deep and laced with an unreadable emotion. “Luna. You said there was a problem with the painting?” Sebastian asked, going straight to the point. Luna shook her head in acknowledgement. “Yes, there's a problem with it. It's not like a problem…problem…. It's more like an anomaly or enigma.” She explained calmly.

So, for the first time since I was reborn, I picked up a paint brush and I didn't know so much time had passed until it started to get dark. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere, why did you have to hide here, is this what you are supposed to be doing ?” Sebastian glared at me. “I just wanted to paint,” I meet his gaze before a strong urge pulls me away and I find myself looking at my feet. “Look back at him, girl! Who does he think he is ?” Koko growls and I find a bit of courage. “So that’s why you ended up painting for the whole day? Instead of you to use your time wisely as Luna.”

He owns one of the largest digital media companies that specialize in audiobooks, podcasts, and E-learning platforms, Sebastian has been in partnership with him for two years, because despite Marcus's preference to appear more intelligent than he tends to be, he has a magnificent online presence, well-recognized in the country. "It's nothing but sentimental fluff." I heard Marcus comment dismissively at a painting of a woman half naked in a bed of pink tulips beside a blue ocean, with a red sky above her. I stood beside Sebastian, who seemed to be immersed in the picture, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration, arms folded on his chest. "What do you think about this piece Emilia?" He su

the voice said from behind me. I could hear the footsteps of the man approaching closer to me as he stopped immediately. He stood beside me. I turned to see who had spoken, and a man stood beside me, his eyes fixed on the painting. "I'm Sebastian, a lover of art," he said, extending a hand towards me with a smile. Oh my God!!! Was I supposed to take his hands, I muttered. I didn't take his hand, instead staring at him with a smile. He noticed my hesitation and withdrew his hand, coughing awkwardly, before speaking again.

He says through clenched teeth, but River is oblivious to the man's pain in seeing him arrive with Anthony- to see another man close to him. "See anything you're planning on purchasing so far?" Sebastian hesitates, but he shakes himself out of it when he captures himself staring at River. "Not yet. You?" "I'm just here for the scenery. I don't think I will be able to afford any of this stuff." River eyes the painting again, his eyes intent, focused. "This one looks a bit familiar." He says, and Sebastian walks up to glance at it. "That's because I painted it ten years ago." A familiar voice speaks behind River, who pales before he even turns to see James standing behind him and Sebastian.

"Yeah." "You just keep getting better and better. You're rich, powerful, super handsome and can paint? Now I know why all genders want you." Dante joked but Sebastian didn't take it as a joke. He turned around to hide his blush. "Super handsome, huh" Sebastian mumbled, smiling smugly. Dante was totally distracted by the paintings he didn't notice Sebastian blushing secretly. "How often do you paint?" "When I have the time." "These are your works?" Dante asked, pointing to a stack of paintings by him. Sebastian nodded. Dante admired Sebastian's works one after the other. His administration wasn't hidden as he kept gasping and repeatedly complimenting the works.

After everything I’ve gone through, I’m sure I’m no longer weak. “You’re looking for information related to me, aren’t you?” I asked directly, confidently. I know Sebastian well. He has strong curiosity, and when something interests him, he will dig into anything just to put his mind at ease. He exhaled. It seemed he didn’t want to avoid my question. “Looking into that painter.” Sebastian looked reluctant to say it, touching his forehead. For a moment after hearing that, I needed time to prepare myself and to hear more. I was sure there would be many surprises waiting for me.

She found that the ink drawings not only had smooth lines, but also bright and prominent colors, and the scenes in the drawings were depicted vividly. From a distance, it gives you a sense of serene and soothing beauty! They were great masterpieces. "Hubby,these are great work of arts.” She was sure that the painter was also a great person. Sebastian did not say anything, he silently held the woman's hand, still staring at a painting of a landscape in front of him. He felt a wave of Deja vu. The man's deep eyes narrowed slightly, his lips pursed and silent, his eyes deep in thought!

“I stand corrected.” I sat beside Ace on the blanket, watching my two worlds — past pain and present peace — converge in the shape of a man sculpting a lopsided sand pegasus for the child who had stolen his entire heart. Ace crawled off my lap and plopped himself beside Storm, handing her a small seashell. “Wing.” Storm slapped it on the pegasus. “Perfect.” Sebastian looked at me, a soft laugh escaping him. “See? I’m an artist.”

Jacob said, voice cracking halfway through the word like it wasn’t sure it wanted to commit to existence. Ezra gave him a long, bone-deep stare, chewing the turnover like he might bite through Jacob’s dreams next. “An illustrator,” he repeated, with the same tone one might use for “professional cloud-watcher” or “aspiring mushroom whisperer.” Sebastian, ever the diplomat, smiled gently. “That’s wonderful. Art is so under valued. Do you have a portfolio?” “I—I mean, yeah. A digital one. I do commissions online sometimes. For games and… and other stuff.”