Sebastian Stan House Novels & Stories

"Get the fuck out of my house!" "Your house is a goddamn garbage can," Sebastian snapped, his voice dropping into a deadly, vibrating growl. He stepped directly into Damian’s space, entirely unfazed by the larger man’s anger. "Look at yourself. You reek. You are bleeding on your own floor. You are the Chairman of Cross Industries, and you are acting like a pathetic, heartbroken child." Damian’s chest heaved, his bloodshot eyes blazing. "You don't know anything! You don't know what happened!"

Sebastian leaned back in his hospital bed, his face betraying a calm yet determined expression as he addressed Damian. The room, cloaked in the sterile ambiance of a medical facility, was hushed, creating an atmosphere of intense focus. "You know, Damian, there's something unsettling about this situation," Sebastian began, his voice steady and controlled. "Someone named Thomas Lawson is attempting to acquire more shares of the Wayne Group than I am willing to offer. It feels as if he's taunting me, tempting fate."

I remove my hands in my mouth, My gut twisted “3. My representative, Mr. Sebastian Hughes III will take all the rights and ownership of all my properties after three years when any of my conditions are not met.” I shake my head. I can’t believe this. I motion him to stop. “Sebastian Christopher Hughes III?!?” I shriek, I observe both of them. Nobody talk. “Sebastian? as in the Seb? the playboy, Badboy, man-whore?” I squint my eyes. “ Unbelievable!!! Un-fucking-believable! Does he know about all of it?” No one answers

Stephany>>> I don't get him. I really don't. Sebastian Sanders, the smug nepo baby who stained my dress with coffee and couldn’t bother to apologize, now looks... a little less than the irredeemable asshole I pegged him as. Even though I try to steer my attention elsewhere, my gaze betrays me. It’s like gravity, pulling me back to him again and again.

I pushed back, using Sebastian's script. "Sebastian is not chaotic, Father. He is strategic. He is being maliciously targeted by a former rival, a man named Griffin Patterson, who is trying to leverage a past tragedy to destroy his company. Sebastian's move—the engagement—was a necessary counter-measure to stabilize CazoS's stock and protect me from the smear campaign. The police reports, as you know, cleared me. This scandal is purely fabricated to discredit him."

If anything, the look of contempt in his eyes intensified. Haymitch was flummoxed. What was going on? "I don't care where you came from. You have no right to speak here," Sebastian said icily. "You—" Haymitch turned pale with anger. He had a PhD and had studied abroad! How dare Sebastian insult him! Theresa frowned deeply. She coughed lightly and interrupted their argument. Clearly displeased, she said to Sebastian, "What right do you have to dismiss our research team?" Sebastian smiled slightly and took out the title deed of the Drakeverse Tower as well as the transfer agreement for the company. He said, "Ms. Livington, if I told you that I'm the CEO of this company, what would you say?"

Sebastian sighed. "Are you sure, boss? What for, though?" "Just do it, Seb. I want this house and lot under my name, by hook or by crook." "Alright. Consider it done, then." Sebastian fetched his phone from his pockets and started calling his connections inside the assassins' congregation he still has up until now. Dionysus left Sebastian in the living area and roamed around the house of the Lavigne's before.

" The next day, after so many attempts of teasing Elizabeth, Stan finally came to inform him that it was time to visit his father. He cursed, he was using up the time meant for him and Elizabeth to be together on a totally unnecessary issue. He loved how shy and naive she was when he asked her to kiss him and was surely going to make Gabriel's beta pay for putting his disgusting lips on his mate but first, he needed to sort things out with his father. He gave her another quick kiss before he left without any care. His beta, Stan , who had a mischievous smirk on his face, was present. " Did you bring anything about him? " . Sebastian asked immediately they stepped their feet outside of his ho

Sebastian said, confident that Stanley would not be able to handle Avery. Stanley took out a cigarette from a box.

The Senator he was laughing with moments ago was backing away. Sebastian walked up the stairs to the stage. He stood next to the panicked tycoon. He leaned in close. He didn't need a microphone. "Hello, Alexander," Sebastian whispered. Hale looked at him. He saw the eyes. Not Arthur Knight. Sebastian Sterling. "You..." Hale gasped, clutching his chest. "You're dead." "I'm vintage," Sebastian smiled coldly. He placed a hand on Hale’s shoulder. "And you are cancelled." Sebastian turned and walked away. He didn't run. He walked. Security was too busy dealing with the mob of reporters surrounding Hale.