Sebastian Well Novels & Stories

“Ah, Bridgette. So predictable.” He stepped forward, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “I must admit, I didn’t think you’d actually come. And Thiago—what a surprise. Still playing the knight in shining armor, I see.” “Cut the theatrics,” Thiago snapped. “You wanted her. Now let Raven go.” Sebastian chuckled, a sinister sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “You think I’d give her up that easily? No, no. I think I’ll keep both of you.”

*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.

"You're lying. Damian wouldn't do something like that." I took a step closer, my voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "Dawson, you know how fiercely protective Damian can be. He wants to ensure his position at the top of the Sebastian Brothers without any threats." There was a moment of silence as Dawson contemplated my words. His eyes darted back and forth, a storm of emotions brewing within him. Finally, he exhaled sharply, his gaze hardening. "If what you're saying is true, then we need to stop her. We can't let Caleb be harmed," Dawson declared, his voice resolute.

He adjusted his collar and undid the top two buttons. Sebastian is a handsome alpha, a towering 6’5” tall. He sports a recently styled buzz cut that complements his stubble beard, accentuating his sharp jawline. This look enhances his rugged, masculine look, making him more attractive. His eyes are an enchanting hazel gray with flecks of gold. His nose has a smooth contour and is perfectly angled from the nasal tip to the lip. As he finished admiring himself, Aleck barged in after knocking twice on Sebastian's door. He didn’t need Sebastian to open the door for him; he was merely informing him he was coming inside.

“Well, you are… you were… he is…” Rich. Sebastian wasn’t just rich but extremely wealthy, just like my former parents and Bruno, and everything they did was for their own selfish benefits. Not just them but their friends and closed circles. If it wasn’t going to profit them, then they weren’t interested. Who was to say Sebastian wasn’t like that too? He could be nice and sweet to everyone because he had an ulterior motive.

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.

the gruff voice replied over the line. "The moment their boots hit the ground, they operate exclusively under Killian Alatorre." Sebastian commanded, his voice absolute and unquestioned. "Whatever he needs. No questions asked." "Yes, Jefe." Sebastian cut the line. He set the phone face down on the desk. Reaching out, he picked up his glass of whiskey and took a slow sip. The room was quiet again. Sebastian leaned back in the heavy leather chair, his thoughts drifting back to the little rabbit who had been on his lap only minutes ago.