Sebastian Stan House Novels & Stories

“Pay him whatever amount he asks, Robert. You of all people know how badly this could affect her and Ana… And I just started spending time with them…” Robert sighed this time, “I’ll do it, Sir.” Sebastian packed the whiskey into its packaging box and changed his clothes. He was still steaming at Lilith and her new schemes at destroying his life. But still, he can’t find it within him to retaliate. Yes, he threatened her numerous times but never really acted on them. He still hasn’t done anything about Daniel Preston. It was a good decision though because it kept the actor on his toes. Sebastian hadn’t heard any complaints about him misbehaving on or outside of film sets.

Sebastian promised. **********************************************************

A photo of Sebastian is all I see in front of me, though honestly speaking it's far from disappointing. "Sebastian Harrison, twenty eight years old, born October 14th, 1986 in Los Angeles, California to the proud parents of Garrett Harrison and Fiona Harrison, now Fiona Vaun. When Sebastian was thirteen, him, his older brother William and older sister Elizabeth moved to Tennessee to live with their mother after their parents' divorce, visiting their dad in L.A. during the summer. Sebastian quickly moved back to sunny ole California when he turned eighteen."

It looked more like a high-end greenhouse than a house. Sebastian owning multiple properties? Not shocking. But the vibe of this place? Way different from what he usually liked. I parked the car and followed him into the glass house. As soon as the lights flicked on, my breath caught. It was stunning-glass surfaces glinting cold under the lights. He was already on the couch, sitting there like a storm cloud. I sat down next to him. "I swear, I had no clue about what happened tonight." "Do you always just go along with whatever your parents want?" He leaned back in the seat, voice low and casual.

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.

*********************** Alana That's A Fucking Promise. Ray's words refused to get the hell out of my brain the whole time the movie was playing and I was watching Sebastian Stan which meant I never ever in my life got distracted while watching him… until now anyway. The movie suddenly stopped and I snapped back to reality and looked beside me to find Hayden already giving me a knowing look. Why did everyone in my life know me too well?

I placed my hands under my chin, while standing steps away from him in the room. “You don’t even feel remorse for what you’ve done!” Sebastian voice roared and I flinched. “First of, this is not your house or our house, it's MY house, secondly the reason why you’re still breathing or living in this house is because of the little courtesy I extend to the man that married my mother who also happens to be my father.” He approaches me and I could feel my legs retreating. Slowly I retreated till I felt my back rest against the wall, he crossed his hands over my head and rested it on the wall all the while glaring down at me.

I was just about to close the door when Sebastian blocked it with his broad shoulder. "I'm not done talking," he said. "This is my house, and I have the right to ask you to leave." "You have the right, but I also have the right to know." Sebastian pushed the door wider with his hand. He stepped into our small apartment without asking for permission. His eyes moved quickly, scanning every corner of this narrow room. The small sofa whose color had started to fade. The wooden table with its peeling surface. The dull walls with the only decoration being a dinosaur drawing made by Ethan. The tiny kitchen that was only big enough for one person. The bedroom with its door half open, revealing a nar

"You flatter me, Great-uncle Stanley. You're my elder, I would never forget you." Confident in his son's military achievements and his own seniority, Stanley spoke without the slightest hint of courtesy. "Where is Sebastian? I've been here for some time, yet he has not come to pay his respects. Bring him here at once. I want to see for myself whether his condition is truly as bad as they say." Selena's eyes darkened with quiet anger, though she kept her composure. "My brother has just returned from Obsidian Estate. He has yet to learn of your arrival, but I've already sent word to him."

"Interesting. Moral beast? How are we supposed to take that? Positively or negatively?" "I don't know yet. But since he's the attorney of opposition, nothing can't be positive with him", Shawn adds. I looked over there again. By appearance, I can figure out which one is Sebastian. He glances at us shortly and moves back into conversation with his team. I turn back. "Shawn, could you please stop introducing him like any Asian drama series?" Stella shrugs. "No one is utter special here" Shawn shrugs back. "Okay!"