Sebastian Stan Novels & Stories

“Hurry up and move along already. I got an appointment I got to keep.” “Of course, Mr. Whitmore. We’ll keep everything on schedule.” “Good.” Sebastian was opening up his laptop and started up his chat line. Sebastian is a man with power. He is splendid in every aspects. He is smart and talented. He is also the youngest man ever to succeed in such a successful business. Sebastian is five feet and eleven inches tall. He weighs two hundred and twenty-five pounds. He is well built. Not a single part of his body is fat, but muscles. He is very masculine, that shapes his hardcore body.

From humiliation. "Nice view, Captain." Damian's head snapped up. Sebastian was standing at the edge of the rink, leaning against the boards, wearing nothing but his compression pants and a grin that could only be described as shit-eating. His arms were crossed. His dark hair was a mess. He looked like he had been standing there for a while. "Shut up, Reaper," Damian growled. "I'm serious." Sebastian tilted his head. "The lighting is terrible, but the subject matter is exceptional."

Sebastian said lightly, “what happened here will look like your counterstrike alone. My men were never here.” “And you?” Dominic asked. Sebastian’s smile returned, thin and sharp. “I was never dead.” He said softly. “I was waiting.” He then turned and nodded to the woman who saved Enzo and whispered something to her. “This is my daughter, Celestina.” He introduced proudly. “Former Navy SEAL, top of her class and had been through wars like this more than our fingers can count. She’ll take care of your wife wherever she goes.” Then he stepped back into the shadows.

Her icy blue eyes weren't filled with betrayal; they were burning with a fierce, terrifying, absolute devotion. "She took advantage of a broken, unconscious man," Zara whispered, her voice a sultry, unbreakable vow. "And now she thinks she can use those photos to steal my empire? If Vanessa was a paid escort, then that little boy is not a Sterling. We just need Sebastian to testify." "Sebastian resigned three years ago," Lucian breathed, his eyes finally reigniting with that familiar, lethal fire as he fed off Zara's unshakeable strength. "He relocated to Dubai. He completely fell off the grid."

I reluctantly nodded to him, puzzled as to what was happening. A loud thud on the table startled me. But his expression wasn't one of anger but rather that he was about to cry. Just then, Nolan returned and slapped him hard on the shoulder from behind. "Get back to your Los Angeles. Don't think everyone in this world should recognize you." He threw Sebastian off the chair without any remorse. Sebastian shrugged at me then leaned his elbows on the table, speaking to Nolan, "Where did you find this cute little girl? I'm on hundreds of headlines every day as a top A-list Hollywood actor. Almost all young girls at this age know me."

Isabel’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as she stared at the younger version of her dad. “Didn’t think you’d come. I guess I underestimated the power of love.” He gave a mocking smile, stretching out his hand for a handshake. “Nice to meet you, little sister.” Isabel scoffed, staring at his outstretched hand with disdain. “I’ll have to skip with the formalities, then.” He clapped his hands together and started rolling up his sleeves. While at it, he glanced at Ignacio’s lifeless body, shaking his head in disappointment.

You can’t touch and kiss someone through a phone screen. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. Fuck, he’s hot. His dark brown hair was tousled, looking like he’d tried to tame it with his fingers, but he was sweaty, and it didn’t quite work. His broad shoulders and hairy chest are on full display, wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts. The shorts were hot and comical at the same time. They are comical because they are either Mikali or David’s. Therefore, they hang well past Logan’s knees, given his height difference from my guards.

I had faith that Dane could and would. The man chuckled once more and remarked, “If you believe so.” He shook his head while still laughing and added, “He was unable to rescue Selena. How will he save you?” Then he slapped my ass. I let out a yelp, and fury burned through me. He was the one who killed Dane’s mate. “You bastard!” I sent a blow on the side of his head with all my strength, causing us to lose our balance and fall onto the cold forest floor.

It was the first time I saw the tattoo that covered his entire back. I’d never seen it before. It was a highly detailed skull that was realistic and somewhat menacing, with deep, dark eye sockets and a wide, toothy grin. The shading and depth gave it a three-dimensional effect, making it appear almost lifelike. The design extended from his lower back up to his shoulders, creating a striking and impactful visual. It was certainly a work of art and my favorite tattoo of his. My second favorite were the words written on his fingers. They spelt out ‘il migliore’ which was Italian for his nickname ‘The Beast’, a title he wore with pride.

The phantom. Damian finally turned his head, his dark, hollow eyes scanning the man leaning casually against the marble counter with a glass of bourbon. Sebastian was thirty-six, exactly one year younger than Damian, but he carried the terrifying, lethal weight of a man who had seen the absolute worst of humanity and conquered it. He was a beast of a man, built like a brick wall beneath a midnight-blue cashmere overcoat. His sharp, striking features were heavily shadowed, his incredibly dangerous yellowish-amber eyes constantly tracking the room with the predatory awareness of a cartel king.