Sebastian Well Novels & Stories

Clearly not impressed, Sebastian continued to grumble, "I'm afraid you won't have a chance to be foolish again. Who knows what'll happen when you get back? Whether your heads stay on your shoulders is another matter." "If it comes to that, I have my ways. You don't have to worry," Carissa assured him confidently. Sebastian knew that her promises didn't guarantee much, but he couldn't help but agree with her—someone always had to be the fool. The common people needed fools like them. Still, a part of Sebastian wished the fools weren't Rafael and Carissa, but someone else. He walked over to a dusty shelf and pulled down a small wooden box. Blowing off the dust, he wiped it with a cloth before

She never falls in love with a man, but rather uses him and takes the advantages that he gives her. The 2nd Pioneer is Sebastian Seymour, whose nickname is Seb. He’s one of the candidates for the CEO position of the company and the Department Head of Creative Development. He is a Media Arts graduate with a Master’s degree from NYU. His personality is known to be an individual who does not conform to the thoughts, or beliefs of others. He tends to be considered very strange, but in reality, was more accomplished than many that follow the normal.

Chapter 8 King Sebastian I have been away for some days now to take care of something in England, and I just came back last night. Nobody knew that I came back to the palace, so I think nobody is aware of my presence in the palace now. I didn't come back to the palace alone, but with a woman. Ariel is a sister to my best friend, King Maximus Danielle of the Elixir Dynasty in North England.

he asked, raising an eyebrow. Sebastian handed him the tablet he was holding so he could see for himself. “Hah!” he reacted in disbelief. “Zaria Akurst, missing or abducted?” He read the headline and chuckled loudly. He placed the tablet down on the table and ran his hand across his hair. “Did he forget that his wife ran away willingly?” He grabbed the bottle holding whiskey and threw it across the room. “Get her face off of the media outlets before I fucking kill someone.” Sebastian nodded his head before leaving the room.

He was formidable even though he looked so young. Knock, knock, knock! Cruz opened the door and shook his head in disbelief when he saw me, and leaned against the door. "Kalyssa, go home." "Okay, I'll leave you to it then," Sebastian said to me, his eyes wide, taking Cruz in. "It was a pleasure to meet you, officially. If you need anything, please look me up." I nodded. "Thanks." Sebastian gave Cruz another look over his shoulder and then headed quickly back down the hallway toward the elevator.

He mutters tauntingly before harshly yanking his T-shirt away from Killian's grasp. Killian huffs in disappointment as Sebastian doesn't play along. This boy is too uptight for his own good. He is only 17 but has the soul of an old grandpa. Shaking the disappointment away, he is about to come out of the closet when his eyes fall on something and a mischievous idea crosses his mind. "You ruined my favourite shirt." Sebastian complains disheartenedly, glaring at Killian while pointing at the wet spot in his T-shirt. Sebastian's complaints meet deaf ears as

Love didn't stand a chance against absolute profit. "Alright, you've got yourself a deal." Sebastian caved. Despair clouded his eyes as he said, "The ledger is in a wine barrel kept in my famiglia's cellar, but I'll only give it to you if you let me go and pay me first. You'll keep your word, right?" "Who knows?" With that, she turned and left, mockery lacing her voice. "No! You stronza!" His desperate howls rang through the dungeon. …

He wore a fine suit that wasn't overly flashy. "Just need some air," Hazel replied, cautious. "How about trading the air for a conversation that isn't boring?" he offered, extending his hand. "I’m Sebastian. And I think we are two people who are a bit lost in this sea of black suits and business interests tonight." Hazel, almost by reflex, shook his hand. His grip was warm and strong. "Hazel," she said, introducing herself. "A pleasure to meet you, Hazel," Sebastian said. Then, while still holding her hand gently, he added the words that made the world around Hazel seem to stop spinning.

"He asked for a meeting. He was busy and wants to stay focused on everything that is happening. Just do what I told you to do. It's not that hard, Arthur." Sebastian frustratedly runs his fingertips to his scalp. He needs to do a private investigation of whoever shot Venedict a while ago. He is certain that Vincent would also ask him to do an investigation about what happened but he wants to be the first to know who was the sniper and know his intentions upon doing it.

Sebastian Morrison was the most famous fireworks designer in the world. We'd been together for seven years, and countless times, I'd hinted that I wanted a fireworks show that belonged only to me. Every time, he just ruffled my hair. "Next time it's your birthday," he'd say, "I'll design you the most beautiful one yet." The night of my birthday, I rushed to the beach, my heart full of anticipation. Instead, I found Sebastian standing under a sky full of fireworks, his arms wrapped around Victoria Grey. The fireworks burst over the water, dazzling, like a dream. Just not one that belonged to me. I stood frozen at the edge of the crowd. Someone nearby laughed and said, "I heard this des