Sebastian Well Novels & Stories

“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.

It was calm, relaxed, and soft but hinting of authority that can bring tremors to your body. "Father, good evening," Mateo said softly, equally self-assured. "I invited Samuel to join us." A female voice laughed. My heart pumped so loudly for some unknown reason that it hurt me. I gripped my chest, trying to control it. "Your son is still the same." She said gently. "He always brings surprised that we cannot know." "My Enlightened Seer, with due respect, I know you hid nothing." "Your right Mateo. So why don't you introduce us to your female companion" The Enlightened Seer move slowly at the back part of the cluster. Samuel blocked her way while I was squeezed in between them. "

“You're terrible at pretending.” Matteo ignored him. Across the room, Sebastian was surrounded by reporters. He was laughing, shaking hands and posing for photographs. He looked like the charming former racer everyone remembered. Then his eyes found Matteo through the crowd. The smile remained. But something darker appeared underneath it. He excused himself from the reporters and walked toward them. “Matteo.” Matteo turned. Sebastian stopped a few feet away. “I wanted to congratulate you properly.” “For what?” “Retirement.”

He glanced down at me, the corner of his mouth lifting in something almost private. “Credit goes to the woman wearing it.” He said landing a soft kiss on my lips. Heat crept up my neck. The cameras loved that. Then the inevitable: “And who’s the beautiful lady on your arm? Planning to make an honest man of yourself soon? When’s the family coming?” Sebastian’s laugh was low, effortless. “I’m a very private man when it comes to my personal life. Let’s just say I’m content with the present company.” He didn’t elaborate. But the way his thumb brushed once against my waist sent shivers through me anyway.

“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."

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”

He propped himself up into a sitting position with difficulty and said, "Quick, tell the boss that we got the wrong information! Sebastian is not an easy man to deal with!" Before rushing over to attack, Luther had investigated Sebastian. The information he had found stated that Sebastian was just a traditional medicine doctor.

Sebastian touched the little face in front of him and smiled, "This must be Howard!" Caitlin came downstairs and approached Sebastian. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, I’m fine. The kids were just playing with me!" Sebastian excitedly asked, "Caitlin, please tell me! How many kids are there? Two or three?" "Three sons. Howard is the eldest, Bruce is the second, and Arthur is the youngest." "Bruce? Arthur? Three sons? I… I have three sons?" Sebastian was so excited that he could hardly speak, unable to find the right words to express his feelings. He was probably the luckiest man in the world!