Sebastian Well Novels & Stories

Killian will be, no doubt, the death of him. Sebastian gathers items that he needs to take back to the stage when he gets a call from Oliver. “What's up?” Sebastian asks while gathering stuff. “Where are you, dude? You've been gone for hours.” Shit. Sebastian curses under his breath. “I was caught up with stuff. I'm bringing them now.” Sebastian hurriedly says. “Caught up with stuff or with a 6 feet 4 inches tall human being?” Sebastian swears he can see Oliver wiggling his eyebrows over the phone.

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.

This is Sebastian! Wait! Sebastian kissed me willingly! Wait Sebastian kissed me while he’s in his right senses. Oh oh

“Hurry up and move along already. I got an appointment I got to keep.” “Of course, Mr. Whitmore. We’ll keep everything on schedule.” “Good.” Sebastian was opening up his laptop and started up his chat line. Sebastian is a man with power. He is splendid in every aspects. He is smart and talented. He is also the youngest man ever to succeed in such a successful business. Sebastian is five feet and eleven inches tall. He weighs two hundred and twenty-five pounds. He is well built. Not a single part of his body is fat, but muscles. He is very masculine, that shapes his hardcore body.

Grace's lips tighten as her voice grows brittle, but Sebastian remains unaffected. "He's perfect." Sebastian says, and she eyes him, addled by the choice of words. "Okay?" She tilts her head, and Sebastian grins in her direction. "The BlackWell Foundation." He speaks in a low, but eerily audible whisper, but the look of realization on her face prompts a laugh from Sebastian. "Is he-," "Yes. I did a little background after the fender bender, he's the perfect candidate."

Sebastian always aced in the football and basketball games we had way back. Currently, Sebastian Wills is a 26 year old Assistant Team Leader in the Special Weapons and Tactics, Esturnburg Branch. I had been receiving countless promises and updates that the culprits would be found, until last night when the sound of Sebastian's call jilted me out of my short sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I received Sebastian's call. “Yeah!" I uttered, my voice very evident of sleep. “You sleeping by this time man?!" Sebastian asked. “7pm? You are still a softie!" His husky voice hollered at the other end.

The article also stated that he was ruthless, curel and dangerous both in business and his personal life, Sebastian according to what was written about him online was born and brought up in Germany, but moved to New York at the age of Twenty Six, and after making his first couple of billions, he bought a castle where he now lives. No where could Serena find a picture of Sebastian or his real age, it was said he valued his privacy and never allowed his picture to be taken, those who didn't heed to his warning experience a taste of his ruthlessness and wrath, Serena only guessed he had to be an older man and most likely unattractive bitter human to walk on the surface of the earth. Still surfi

Sebastian asked and stood up, slowly walking towards her. “I’m not little,” she hissed “I’m Cassandra Louise Reese," she told him softly. “How about you Sebby? What's your name?" she asked emphasizing the word 'Sebby'. She saw him grimaced and couldn’t help but chuckle. Cassandra already has a hint of who he was but she wanted to hear it from him. “Don't fcvking call me that,” he said. Cassandra burst into laughter, clasping her stomach. Sebastian smiled and put her hands on the wall, cornering Cassandra. “I'm Sebastian Alistair Blood”

Mabel anxiously ran to the CEO's office in Frostwave Corporation. She yelled, "Ms. Sutton, someone sent you a video. Please take a look." Whitney frowned slightly. She picked up her phone and asked, "What happened?" "Sebastian has become famous now!" Famous? Whitney's frown deepened. She clicked on the video and saw Sebastian curing a patient at the medical conference preliminary selection. She also saw his bet with Fergus. After that, she was still frowning, unable to calm herself down.