Sebastian Well Novels & Stories

A photo of Sebastian is all I see in front of me, though honestly speaking it's far from disappointing. "Sebastian Harrison, twenty eight years old, born October 14th, 1986 in Los Angeles, California to the proud parents of Garrett Harrison and Fiona Harrison, now Fiona Vaun. When Sebastian was thirteen, him, his older brother William and older sister Elizabeth moved to Tennessee to live with their mother after their parents' divorce, visiting their dad in L.A. during the summer. Sebastian quickly moved back to sunny ole California when he turned eighteen."

Harper’s hand moved to the fruit knife on the table. Sebastian didn't flinch. He laughed. A cold, arrogant laugh that filled the small room. "You think I'm here for your pocket change?" Sebastian sneered. He leaned forward, his eyes burning with golden fire. "Do you know who I am?" The Viper paused. "A cripple in a borrowed suit." "I am the man who designed the security algorithm for the Central Bank of Morocco," Sebastian lied. The lie was so audacious, so specific, it sounded like truth. "I came here to test your system. And frankly? It's pathetic."

“You don't have to worry about anything… I'll handle this matter myself…those shares will be mine,” Sebastian said with a smirk as he sat there sipping on his whiskey calmly. He had one of David's directors, Jorge Milan, sitting there as the two men enjoyed their quiet afternoon. Jorge was an elderly man with bright silver hair, medium fat, and was slightly short.

I inquired of Sebastian. "I've crossed paths with him before. He happens to be Brett's brother-in-law. A friend of my friend is also acquainted with him," Sebastian explained. "What?" I was puzzled. "In any case, I'm not fond of him," Sebastian remarked, clicking his tongue. "What does he look like?" I probed further. Sebastian replied, "He... resembles an eagle?" "An eagle?" I repeated in surprise. The Vincent I know possesses eyes as piercing as an eagle's. What if...?

Allen said as he sank into the leather sofa next to Adom, the others taking a seat next to him. “And who would that be?” Adom asked, taking a large sip of his whiskey sour. He spat it all over himself when Allen said Sebestian. “you have got to be fucking kidding” he sputtered out, clicking his fingers and cleaning himself up when he had gotten over the shock, staring from face to face to make sure they were not pulling some sort of prank on him.

"Oh, hi Mila. Yes, I just arrived.” The clinking of the elevator was heard followed by the steel doors opening and the two and several other people also entered. Luna Lee and Mila Stone chose to stand in the back corner because they were going out on the top floor of the building, which was the thirteenth floor. Some people believe that thirteen is an unlucky number. But, Luna doesn’t care at all. Mila Stone realized something when she saw Luna. "Hey Luna, looks like your Tumblr is leaking because your hands look a little dirty too," said Mila Stone.

Gasps rippled through the room. “I am withdrawing my support from Madam Estelle Blackwell’s custody petition,” Sebastian continued. “And I am filing a counter-motion alleging coercion, manipulation, and abuse of power.” Estelle’s face appeared briefly on the screen still composed, still dignified. But I saw it. The crack. The backlash was immediate. Sebastian’s stock plummeted. Sponsors withdrew. Commentators called it a breakdown, a desperate move by a man unraveling. That was fine. Let them underestimate him. Let them underestimate me.

Nevertheless, Hailee reassured him with a soft voice, her hand gently caressing his cheek, "I'm right here, Sebastian. I'm not going anywhere." Deep down, Hailee sensed a peculiar change in Sebastian ever since her own wolf had emerged. There was an undeniable connection between them, a bond that transcended their past grievances. She chose to ignore it for now, focusing instead on taking care of him. With a tender touch, she eased him back into a peaceful slumber, ensuring his rest and recovery.

“Why is that?” Marco is thoughtful for a few moments, pondering whether or not he should share the story with Eleonor. However, since she's curious about a man like Guntbert, he believes it might be best to let her know the situation so that she can act accordingly. He sighs and says, “Sebastian used to be in love with Charlotte Haley when he was younger. It wasn't a secret to anyone since they grew up together. Despite being born in Australia, Sebastian lived most of his childhood and youth in Italy. However… The late leader, Giorgio… he forced a marriage with Miss Haley.”

Sebastian was in the driver's seat; he came alone to drop her off at the college. Angelina feels uncomfortable whenever the guards follow them around — the gestures and expressions are enough for Sebastian to understand things. That's why he came alone, leaving the guards behind. Sebastian got out of the car while taking off the goggles and stared at her college. Angelina also gets out of the car, closing the door behind her. "Hey, look! He is Sebastian Richardson. " A girl group was gossiping, and one of the girls screamed at seeing Sebastian. "Oh, yes, founder of SR Company and youth icon for youngsters like us." Another girl jumped in excitement.