Sebastian Stan Novels & Stories

But Sebastian seems completely unphased, as he moves to his next opponent. With the same blood-covered hand he used to kill the other man, he reaches around his waist and grabs hold of the other warrior’s leg. And with a rough tug, he removes the man from his back. The warrior falls flat on his ass. Seb then holds the warrior’s leg up, presses his knee to the side of the warrior's, and drops his weight onto him. It snaps like a branch in a windstorm as he bellows out in pain. Sebastian pays him no mind, swinging his attention to the female as he stalks towards her.

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.

"She's with Elliot Foster, so she can't possibly be interested in you. You should just give up." "I'm just telling you this, Mr. Palmer. I wouldn't dare to mention this to anyone else. You wanted to know why I can't convince her, right? Judging from her personality, she could literally fight Elliot Foster, too, if he refuses to listen to her. If you manage to convince her, forget this deal that we have. I can work with you on any other project you have in the future," Sebastian said, confident that Stanley would not be able to handle Avery. Stanley took out a cigarette from a box.

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."

Random guy… “The person that now has to go home and take a cold shower!” Capris face turned red from embarrassment, it appears to be the guy she was backed up against grinding on his man parts.

Sweet Bastard::: Clearing his throat, he gestured for Serena, " Let me walk you over to your office" Serena smiled at him, nodding her head as they both walked out. His office was next to hers, they both entered and Serena was awe at how beautiful and we'll organized it was. "Do you like it?" Mitch asked, seeing the look of surprise on her face. "Yes, this is beautiful" Serena replied, her hands slowly slid across the obviously expensive leather table, a computer was already connected next to some files on the table, the files and books on the shelf were neatly arranged and some flower vase positioned in the right places.

Finally, Steven enthusiastically reached out his hand, "Sebastian, we are really looking forward to…" Sebastian turned and walked out of the conference room, leaving the Frenchman with his hand hanging awkwardly in the air. Sheila was exasperated. Just as she was about to explain, she saw Steven staring at Sebastian's retreating back with admiration. "So charming! Like Alain Delon in his youth." Sheila twitched her lips. "Are you a Sebastian fan?" Matt smiled and said for Steven, "Our president is a huge fan of Sebastian." Sheila's lips twitched. "........"

She stood, taller than I’d ever seen her. I felt something shift in my chest, something ancient, something primal, as I watched her give the order to our warriors to drag him away. Giovanni fought against the silver chains as they hauled him to his feet, sneering through his pain. “You’re a fool, Sienna,” he spat. “You think she’ll thank you for this? You think she’ll forgive you for denying her what she earned? Do you think that she's going to want anything to do with you? She is my. Daughter Marissa's daughter. Or as you want to call her, Tatiana. A monster. That's all she'll ever be.”

except for her. "This is Bridget Dawson... Sebastian ex."

Alpha Stefano said, his tone cold as he spoke to his friend. “I am sure that I can see her holding the bottle well enough,” he said, smirking at me. “I am willing to pay a thousand for fifteen minutes in a room with her.” He got up before the Alpha could answer, and I watched as he walked toward me. Alpha Stefano stayed on his seat, silently letting him know that he was impressed with his offer. However, I was not.