Sebastian Stan Relationship Novels & Stories

In that moment, nothing else existed - only the two of them, lost in their desire, consumed by their passion. After the heated kiss, Sebastian's expression softened, his eyes still burning with desire. "I wasn't avoiding you," he whispered, his voice laced with sincerity. "I just want you to focus on your studies, not me all the time. You're a topper, baby," he said, a hint of pride in his tone. "And if you don't score well, I'll think it's because of me." His gaze locked onto hers, intense and serious. "In college, we should remain like professors and students—professional and detached. But outside..." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "You can consider me your boyfriend, husband, frien

I turned to see who it was and was a bit stunned as Xavier got ushered into my office. He smiled at the guard as he left us and closed the door. He looked at me in quick observation, “I only came to say a few words and I’ll be out of here,” he said as he took root to a spot near the exit. “I’ve seen the news, and realized I have to come tell you this myself,” he began in a calm voice, his expression a matching tone. “Sebastian is not a guy that you can have. I want you to know that he doesn’t love you, and I think he has a thing for me instead.” He nodded in agreement to his own words. Attitude of a deranged fellow.

“I make investments, Mr. Parker. And like any investor, I ensure that my deals are mutually beneficial.” My pulse pounded. “What exactly are you saying?” Sebastian sighed as if tired of playing games. “You need freedom from debt,” he said, his voice smooth, persuasive. “And I need a wife.” My breath hitched. I felt like the floor had just been pulled from under me. Sebastian continued, his gaze piercing. “I have my reasons. Some personal. Some business-related. Your daughter… she fits the criteria.” I shook my head, not wanting to understand, but Sebastian wasn’t done.

"I know him. He used to be a professor. His wife's not the one in those headlines. His real wife is a badass traditional medicine practitioner. Her last name's Sinclair." As the angry voices grew louder, Sebastian sat in pure agony, his heart full of regret and pain. All he wanted was to throw himself into the fire and die with me. But before he could, the Chesson family arrived and dragged him away to face Wayne. A hard slap landed on his face. Sebastian didn't even flinch. He just sat there numbly. Wayne sneered coldly. "Do you regret it now? What happened to appreciating her when you had the chance?"

"You keep saying the two of you are like brothers. But the cracks always show. And I can always see them." Eight years ago, when Sebastian was courting me, he had one goal: to make me smile. He braved the winter cold to run through back alleys and bring me roasted chestnuts. When I was sad, he took me to every food stall in the capital. Too many memories. Too many to count. So when he stopped loving me, I felt it, long before he knew it himself. "Sebastian. You love Lena." But he shook his head. He stared at the cracks in the floor and spoke in a low voice.

Though, if he was honest, they had never exactly got on. They simply argued so frequently that it had somehow become its own strange form of friendship. “I want to use your services,” Sebastian said. “That’s a terrifying sentence coming from you.” Ignoring her, he continued. “There’s someone I know. A woman in her thirties.” Immediately, Shania’s tone shifted. More attentive. More professional. “She has a history of abuse,” Sebastian said carefully. “And serious marital issues.” A pause followed. Then: “Hold on.” Another pause.

’ We break away and Sebastian passes Xander the dice as if nothing had happened, but Xander is simply staring at us. “That is gross.” He shudders. “No, it’s not,” Sia refutes. “So, does this mean you two are together now?” Zion asks a question that he clearly knows the answer to. “Yes, I would say we are,” Sebastian says, looking down at me as he places his arm around me, and I nod. “Yes,” I reply with a smile. “Great!” Sia says, jumping up and going around the back of the couch and hugging us both tightly. “Oh, I’m so so SO happy!”

“Yes, the less talking the better.” “Right, the groaning and moaning is better,” chuckled Steve. Sebastian laughed loudly. "Your rumors about your sex life have been surfacing, try to keep it on the down low." "Ehh, it's just rumors, nothing it can say or do will hurt me." "Very well, suit it yourself." Sebastian pulled out his phone and scrolled through his photos looking for the picture of Amy. “My, my, my, you really do have something I want,” he chuckled.

They exchanged their numbers and started talking about their favorite actors and singers. Not far from them standing in behind a tree Sebastian was angry. His woman was so dumb. He thought she would fight with Mae so he came here to look for her but instead, they became friends. How could she become friends with her rival in love? Does this woman feel nothing for him? Why wasn't she jealous of Mae?

Her child. “Liar. You didn’t even love me right? My sister’s the one you truly love and not me. I’m just a fucking substitute to her. So now, leave and get lost.” She now can’t help but to shout at him wholeheartedly. Tears started to fall from Kayla’s eyes that made Sebastian weaken. She can’t help but to cry when she remembered her heartbreak before. The time when all she got from this man was pain.