Sebastian Stan House Novels & Stories

Sebastian's confession led to his conviction and imprisonment. He did not object and even discouraged the lawyers and Wilson from obstructing the police's efforts. Sebastian had admitted that he was the one who sabotaged Christopher Lim's car due to his long-held envy and jealousy. The police decided to imprison Sebastian and held a massive press conference in front of the media and the public. One of the police officers announced the findings openly, revealing the shocking truth that Sebastian had murdered his own brother out of jealousy. Various reasons behind Sebastian's actions were revealed in the conference.

Stanley’s gaze sent shivers down Sebastian’s spine. “Uhm… as a strong competitor of our King Entertainment, we naturally… you know,” Sebastian stammered as he explained. “But don’t you worry. There won’t be a next time,” Sebastian added quickly, hoping to stay alive. “Do as you see fit.” Stanley remained indifferent. Having said that, Stanley gave Zack a call. “Inform all media companies that I do not wish to see any negative news on Imperial Prime.”

Stan spat out blood and asked in confusion, "Sebastian, did you hit the wrong person? I'm your buddy!" Sebastian shouted furiously, "You idiot! Do you even know who he is?" "Just some loser!" Stan sputtered. "To hell with that!" Sebastian kicked him hard in the stomach, broke his ribs and sent him rolling in pain. Despite Sebastian’s near-Savant Grandmaster status, he was nothing compared to Frederick, who could take down a Savant Grandmaster with a single slap. "Apologize to Mr. Lester, or I'll break your legs!" Sebastian demanded, forcing Stan to kneel and beg for forgiveness.

“You found me.” He draws my frame closer to him and kisses my forehead, murmuring, I will always find you, Angel.” I watch as Mr. Stanton and his son freeze in their tracks, their earlier predatory expressions melting into shock and fear. Luke’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. The vulgar threats he’s been shouting moments ago, dead in his throat as he takes in the imposing figure of Sebastian. He points to Sebastian, “You, you- you are the Hamit-Beta son?” he stammers, his face draining of color.

I was confused for the longest moment as we shook hands. "Hi, Kobe. I am Sebastian." "Oh, yes, I noticed you, Sir. I am a big fan of your wonderful work. I am most thrilled by your charitable works," he smiled as he leaned back. "I am honored, Kobe." I gave him a confused look and thought that he would excuse himself. "Are you house hunting, Sir?" He asked. "Oh, no, why?" "This house is for sale," he answered. The fuck. I was shocked. I looked at the door and there was no sign of anyone coming to answer the knock.

He stretched his hand slightly. “I’m Sebastian Knight. A multi-billionaire. You might not have heard of me, but I have companies all over the city. So there’s no way your silly ex-husband and his chicken can ever pay me to do anything to you. Even if I give them a price, they won’t be able to afford it in their lifetime.” I ignored his hands and glanced around the house again. Now I noticed it. There were portraits of him holding awards. He even had one with the president.

“You know what I mean, you prick. I really wasn’t trying to kill you that first time. But don’t test me-I might actually try it if you piss me off again.” Sebastian chuckled. “Duly noted.” His eyes briefly flicked back to the entrance of the restaurant, where the door had just opened and a group of people exited. “We should probably get back in there,” he said with a sigh, not wanting to return to that damn room. By the way Taliana groaned, he knew she felt the same exact way. “Do we have to?” she whined, pouting slightly. “Your family scares the hell out of me. Especially the Stantons. Do they make other people feel inferior, or is it just me?”

“What about the staff?” Sebastian’s grin was possessive and mischievous as he answered, “This is my house, princess. I can do whatever I want in it, including making love to my wife on the kitchen counter.” His words, dripping with confidence, made her wetter than she was, though she tried to think clearly. “Yes, Seb, It’s your house.” she said, but a part of her still hesitated. “But what if they see us?” He paused, considering her words, his eyes narrowing with thought. Then, with a frustrated sigh, he pulled away, though the frown on his face was almost childlike, like a child denied of candy.