Novel & Cerita Sebastian Stan House

“We’re going over to Sebastian’s house.” Matteo rounded a corner with an unbalanced speed, scraping through the roads. Sebastian’s estate was brighter than I expected. It was a massive mansion surrounded by high walls and armed guards. The gates opened as soon as we showed up. I exited the car and adjusted my cuffs as I approached the entrance. I was led into the house and walked into the living room. Sebastian stood inside, next to a large fireplace, with a drink in his hand. “Dominic,” he said, nicely and pointing for me to sit. “Welcome.”

But ofcourse, Sebestian is their to control his mate. It was at next time that Allen discovered that Sebestian is really stupid when it's come to their future house choice, he is really stupid to choose one house near some station side, and Alvin ofcourse could easily lead him away and make him purchased it, if only Allen was not their and snack Alvin head, Alvin grin like a stupid after he get smack of Allen like he is waiting for it.

And it helps me calm down. “I was starting to worry that you weren’t coming,” He pulls the chair out for me before going back to his own seat across the table, “after all, there is no news coming out of the ‘Z House’...still.” Sebastian’s building is known as the “Z house” for its special, mischievous design of that shape. “Yeah...” I manage an awkward laugh, knowing this would come up, “There are...standard procedures still, but I can guarantee a scoop for you on that...would that be okay?”

She asked, her voice hitching and her heart pumping too fast. Sebastian didn't answer her as he invited himself into her apartment and ordered his men, "Search everything." Stacy was stunned at his words as she asked, "What!? Why?" They didn't say anything to her as if she didn't have any presence and she asked, "Do you even have a search warrant? You can't just barge into someone's house like that!" Sebastian's cold eyes fell on her as he said in a harsh voice, "Stay back if you want to live another day and let me do my work."

Looking at his grandson walk in with a sullen expression, Sebastian wanted to throw the inkstone by his hand at Tony. “The audacity you have to come home.” Sebastian’s voice was even colder than when he was talking to Myra before. “You should be lucky the reporter didn’t reveal your name. Tony Hart, how dare you come home? Why did you come home? To see how much of a mess we’re in because of you? Should we show our faces to the world and let people humiliate us?” His voice made it sound like he was close to exploding with rage. Ever since Tony was little, he always made Sebastian concerned. If it wasn’t for the early deaths of his son and daughter-in-law, Sebastian wouldn’t have cared about T

“My mother is in emergency care right now. She collapsed outside the courthouse.” There was a short silence on the line. “That’s unfortunate,” Sebastian replied coolly, his tone making it painfully obvious how little sympathy he actually felt. “Tiziana is upset.” “I heard you.” “Then you understand what I’m asking.” “I just told you my mother is in emergency care,” Stefano said flatly. “I am not leaving this hospital.” Sebastian let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “Well,” he said coldly, “when you finally figure out your priorities, let us know.”

Sebastian Downstairs, I hear voices coming from one of the offices in the same hall as my father’s, and I recognize one of them immediately as Stan Klem, one of the little rat bastards who was there when Aria was paddled and thrown in that cell by herself in the dark. I pause for a moment, trying to figure out who he’s talking to. This office belongs to Frank Taylor, but it isn’t his gruff voice I hear Stan talking to. It sounds like Rick Castor, another one of the assholes on my list. If I can handle them both at the same time, that’ll make my work a lot easier.

“Katherine Brown is the only person in that building with the balls to light a creative fire under our dying campaigns.” Holloway snapped, “And when it all burns to ash, who takes the fall?” Sebastian leaned back, calm as a hurricane’s eye. “I do.” The room fell into stunned silence. Then Sebastian stood. “Meeting adjourned. Unless one of you has something better to contribute.” No one spoke. He took his phone, turned on his heel, and walked out — lips twitching into a quiet, dangerous smile. --- Los Angeles — 6:47 PM

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He turned it off and let it fall to the bathroom floor. Sebastian's phone was still going. He was in the bedroom, pacing, his voice rising and falling. Damian heard fragments: "No, I don't have a lawyer yet." "Yes, I understand." "No, I will not issue a statement." The bedroom door opened. Sebastian stood in the doorway, his face gray, his eyes red. "The Rebels released a statement," Sebastian said. "They're distancing themselves from you. Said they were 'deeply concerned' by the allegations."