Sebastian Well Novels & Stories

About the grandchild she needed? "Sebas, Sebas, Sebas." Lauretta tapped my lap, smiling like… SpongeBob SquarePants. I shot her a glare, then she looked away. "Keep quiet, will you?" She shook her head, but didn't face me. Confused human. Sebastian headed back to where he had come from. His study room. He was holding a bottle of alcohol, and a glass cup. Goodness knew why he wanted to drink. He was probably frustrated.

She makes fun out of everything and I never have to worry whenever am with her. Sebastian is Louise friend, that's why he has to join us for lunch, Sebastian is cool also he has an average height of 6'1 tall. He has a Auburn hair and brown eyes, Sebastian is always quite and says things when he thinks his words will be recognized. I don't think he looks at girls or admires them, Louise jokes with him about girls but he only shurggs them off like it's not his thing, so am concluding he is gay and I intend to ask Louise about it.

*Sebastian* Sebastian was parking his car in the cinemas parking garage, they had agreed it was best he kept a low profile today, so he was kind of slipping into the premiere unnoticed. He was nervous, as fucking nervous as he had never been before in his live, he had to put on a performance worthy of an oscar to do this.

Not that I can blame her. "Okay, are we all here? Let's get on to our first order of business." Seb announces as soon as everyone is seated. I stand up, ready to take my place on the chalkboard beside him, and he winks at me for some reason. In the corner of my eye, Dave catches the action. I blush. Damn it. Sebastian Laurent is adorable. But he can go to hell.

Sebastian shouted for his assistant. Max entered his room immediately. "Yes sir" Max said nervously. "I want every single information about Hunter Marshall within today. And don't leave any single thing" Sebastian ordered. "Okay sir" Max said and left the room. "Time to take revenge" Sebastian whispered.

A subtle narrowing of his eyes as he scanned the long table and its silver-lined plates. His posture remained noble, regal even, but his fingers were clenched just a fraction too tight around the back of his chair. He was calculating. And for once, I had given him something to calculate. “Is she dead?” Councilman Farris barked, voice cracking from age and too much brandy. “We were promised stability, not sabotage!” “She’s not dead,” Sebastian said sharply, the tension in his voice quickly masked by a tight smile. “Just… sensitive to certain ingredients, it seems.”

Were they having a conversation about me, in front of me? I nod Sean looks at me up and down. “How much can you bench?” He asks. “My max is two hundred and five but I usually do three sets of ten with one forty five.” “I don’t believe that. You look like you have never lifted in your life before.” My face gets red for a moment. Do I really look that weak? Thoughts start to fill in my head and my head feels dizzy. I look at Marcelo who hasn’t spoken and whispers “Breathe.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath. When I open my eyes I see Sean and Jason looking at me funny.

¨Why , we don't know each other¨, ¨I know you¨, Sebastian said in his deep voice. His eyes held an emotion Cynthia didn´t want to turn and see because she could feel it in his voice. He was a psychopath. How could he think that way just after meeting once. Sebastian walked to her and smoothed her hair that fell to her waist. She trembled and stood up straight,

"Ah, I just remembered. You're the one who dragged the big suitcase back then? So, you're staying around here now?" "That's right, my place is just a few blocks from here. Oh yeah, let me introduce you, I'm Sebastian Allen," I said, gesturing my hand to the side. "And beside me is Reid Markus." "Total groceries are fifteen dollars and fifty cents," Luis said warmly.