Sebastian Stan Relationship Novels & Stories

My mother-in-law lives alone. One day, her house suddenly catches on fire. It's a life-threatening situation. I call my firefighter husband several times before he answers impatiently. "I don't care why you're calling—can't it wait? I'm fixing Sophie's pipes!" I tell him about his mother being trapped in a fire, but he merely sneers. "How dare you curse my mother just to make me go home? You're insane!" He hangs up without another word. I'm left helpless. All I can do is wait for his colleagues to arrive, but they only come half an hour later. Their expressions shift to horror when they see the blazing fire. "Didn't Captain Scott say his wife was lying?" My mother-in-law dies due to the delay. My husband even misses the funeral because of his first love. I give up on him and ask for a divorce. However, he rips the divorce agreement to shreds and shatters the urn that contains his mother's ashes. "Drop the act—I would definitely go through with the divorce if not for my mother!" I laugh. He doesn't even know his mother is already dead.

I have been in a long-distance relationship with my boyfriend, Eugene Walsh, for three years. I finally have enough leave time to visit him after working overtime for an entire month. But when I arrive, I can't reach him. I wait alone in an unfamiliar city for ten full hours before he finally replies. When the call connects, my best friend, Haley Woodward, greets me with a cheerful laugh. "Surprise! I explored Oakhaven for you in advance. It's so much fun! Eugene is an amazing tour guide!" She chatters nonstop about all the fun they've had, as if she never notices the 30 missed calls displayed on Eugene's phone. I listen quietly. Only when she says she's cold does Eugene finally take the phone from her and say to me, "I'll take her back to the hotel first. Wait for me a little while more." The moment he is done speaking, I ask, "Do you know how long I've been waiting?" Eugene pauses for a second before saying icily, "She's your best friend. Do you really have to compete with her over this?" The unmistakable accusation drains away any desire I have to keep talking. I hung up. Just then, the cab that will take me back to Centuria arrives. The driver takes one look at me and can't help but comment, "Miss, it's already past midnight. This area isn't very safe. How can your family leave you here all alone?" I look down at my shoes that are soaked through by snow and slush. In a soft voice, I say, "Yeah." Then, I smile and add, "They won't. Not anymore."

He almost never texts me first, and in person he barely says a word. In three years together, he's never remembered a single anniversary, and he's never once suggested we celebrate a holiday. But the second I message him first, he lights up, all "baby" this and "baby" that, fussing over me, coaxing me to sleep. Sometimes I'd get this strange feeling that there were two different Noahs. His explanation was that he was just bad with words face-to-face, and that texting or voice notes felt like less pressure. I kept telling myself that being together meant meeting each other halfway. He was quiet and reserved, so I'd be the one to reach out. He forgot anniversaries, so I booked the restaurant and reminded him to keep the night free. He had no time to schedule our engagement shoot, so I handled the whole thing with the studio myself. He was too busy with work to help us move, so I packed everything alone, booked the movers, and got it all done. When I was so worn out I was about to break, I'd send him a voice note, and he'd say, "I'm so sorry, baby. The lab was insane today. I couldn't be there for you, and it kills me to watch you run yourself into the ground." Hearing how guilty he sounded, all my hurt just melted away. And that's how I carried three years of this relationship on my own, running on the flawless tenderness he only ever gave me online. Until today, when I found a program on his laptop called Boyfriend Assistant. It analyzed every message I sent and generated the perfect reply, the perfect response, every single time. Cold snap? It sent: Bundle up, baby. Time of the month? It pinged an API and auto-ordered hot chocolate to my door. All those late nights he spent "working," the gentle voice notes that lulled me to sleep, every one of them was synthesized in Noah's voice. For three years, the person who'd been there for me, day and night, was never Noah at all. For three years, I'd been performing a one-woman show.

" You like the way my hands touch,right,kitten?" Theo purrs in my ears. I am a mess of nerves,unable to utter even a single word. " Do you want me to stop? Do you still think this is a mistake?" His grip on my waist tightened and I pushed myself closer to him, yearning his touch. *** Camilla gets the shock of her life when her mate suggests an open relationship. She also discovers that Hector has been cheating on her with her worst enemy---Isabella. She is set to seek revenge and what better way to do it than seduce her mate's father?

“Please don’t do this, I don’t want to marry you,” pleaded the girl, “You don’t have a choice but to obey me, my flower,” announced Sebastian. “But you are......... Sebastian D’Angelo, a billionaire who’s obsessed with petal, His friend’s daughter. He became a sicko chasing after a forbidden desire and swore to protect her when no one else can. A selfish man hellbent on ruining everyone’s lives over a teenage girl. Protecting her from the evil eyes, he didn’t realize when lines blurred—and the blurrier the line, the easier it is to cross. Now nothing can stop him from keeping his Petal safe by his side forever.

Isla, a young woman who is in dire need to pay off her mom’s medical bills, thinks that she’s scored her dream job at a big fancy jewelry company. But when the company’s charismatic CEO, Victor, secretly hires her to be his personal assistant with ulterior motives of his own— he’s trying to free his wrongfully imprisoned grandfather by following the breadcrumbs of a dangerous secret with her help— her world is turned upside down. When Isla becomes closer and closer to Victor and his enigmatic life, she starts feeling an undeniable attraction towards him. But her feelings become complicated when she learns the truth about Victor’s original intentions. Isla has some soul-searching to do, torn between betrayal and love, because she was only ever a means to an end for Victor. Meanwhile, Isla faces challenges from other women who vie for Victor's attention, adding further pressure to an already delicate situation. Isla must decide whether to trust her heart or seek justice for herself and her mother.

I had a unique profession. I was a breakup specialist. I did not need to go to court or write any contracts for that. That was a lawyer’s job. Everyone kept saying that love was priceless, but a couple who professed their love to each other for an entire night could be paying me tons to break their relationship up the following day. I was shaking my head upon those matters when I received a message from my husband, Matthew Grant, asking me to pick our wedding anniversary’s destination. A few seconds after that, a beautiful woman walked into my office. She appeared timid and had to take a lot of time to summon the courage to speak. “I’d like to hire your services for my boyfriend. He has decided to divorce his wife.” I made no comment as I picked up the documents she had handed me, only to see Matthew’s name on the paper. I froze, while the woman sitting in front of me ducked her head and continued, “My boyfriend says that his wife is a good person and that he doesn’t want to hurt her.” I smiled as I stared at the picture; it clearly was Matthew, but I had the strange feeling of seeing a foreign person too. My heart throbbed, and I could only lament. This was my third year as a breakup specialist, and I was actually hired to break up my own relationship.

My parents’ adopted son, Tyler Levesque, saw me as his enemy. Thus, I went abroad to live a more peaceful life. However, he came up with a scheme to trick me into coming back home. He locked me in my room and humiliated me. He did his very best to put me under his thumb…

Sierra bit her lip to stop herself from moaning loudly. He is thrusting inside her harder and faster, as if he is branding her from inside out. "Haa" she muffled her cries of release by biting her cheek Hard. After all, the other room is where Xavier's fiance is getting ready, the man who just released his cum inside her body. Meticulously Xavier adjusted their clothes before kissing her on her lips. "Please let me go" she pleaded with him. He is about to go and attend his own engagement party with another woman in a matter of minutes. Xavier's eyes turned as dark as the abyss of hell. "Don't even think about it darling. You started this, I will decide when to stop this, if at all we ever did. Don't forget that you are mine Sierra. Now be a good girl and come and attend my engagement party" with that said, he left. What would happen if a man who doesn't believe in emotions like love meets a girl who is craving for affection and love? Can he give her what she craves before it's too late? And the said man is her best friends uncle, who is as mysterious as they come.

The world's most luxurious prison is gilded, and Audrey just broke free. Born into wealth, Audrey is running from a legacy she views as a curse—a privileged life built on the foundations of a dark secret she keeps locked inside. Her only chance at salvation lies in a new identity and a grueling, anonymous job far from the glare of high society. She lands a position at CazoS Enterprise, hoping to finally earn a life she believes she deserves. Little does she know, the gilded cage she fled has a more lethal twin waiting for her. Sebastian CazoS is the undisputed king of this world. The coldest, most ruthless CEO in the city, his charm is a calculated weapon and his wealth is an impenetrable shield. He doesn't just despise love; he actively believes in the destruction it causes. For Sebastian, people—especially women—are commodities to be acquired, used, and discarded. Rumors follow him like a shadow: he is brilliant, devastating, and perhaps, truly unhinged. Their worlds don't just collide; they detonate. When Audrey's desperate attempt at a clean slate places her directly in Sebastian’s line of sight, the tension is instant and toxic. He sees a challenge in her refusal to be bought; she sees the very worst of the world she ran from. But as their volatile interactions escalate, Sebastian realizes Audrey is somehow tied to the very empire he runs, and Audrey's terrifying past begins to claw its way back. Will he save her from the nightmare chasing her, or is Sebastian himself the deeper, more dangerous trap? In a world where money is power and love is a weakness, their relationship won't be a romance—it will be a battleground where only one can survive intact.