Sebastian Well Novels & Stories

Who? ” Sebastian “

When he manages to calm down, he breaks away from Willian and lets out a little chuckle. - This is a beautiful image, isn't it, old friend? – Sebastian says – The great and feared CEO of Salvato Inc. cries like a baby. If anyone saw this, my reputation would go down the drain. - To hell with your reputation, Sebastian. Are you going to tell me or not what's going on? Sebastião takes a deep breath, and when he lets the air out he starts telling what happened.

I have to focus on my actual goals. The wedding in Eviera. Sebastian said that he will be back tomorrow night from their Western territory. Just something to do with meeting his siblings, which I discovered that he had four: three brothers and a sister, their eldest one. Sebastian said he was the youngest and it made sense. He could be really selfish and a brat so he definitely is the youngest. I wonder if his other siblings would also interrogate me or put me under some initiation of something. After all, their Sebastian is kind of their baby.

Luc was still leaning against the glass railing, “Trust me,” he chuckled. “If there’s anyone allergic to small talk, it’s Sebastian. The man can sit through a three-hour board meeting without saying a word, then walk out with everyone agreeing with him. And now he suddenly wants to… socialize.”

“Katherine Brown is the only person in that building with the balls to light a creative fire under our dying campaigns.” Holloway snapped, “And when it all burns to ash, who takes the fall?” Sebastian leaned back, calm as a hurricane’s eye. “I do.” The room fell into stunned silence. Then Sebastian stood. “Meeting adjourned. Unless one of you has something better to contribute.” No one spoke. He took his phone, turned on his heel, and walked out — lips twitching into a quiet, dangerous smile. --- Los Angeles — 6:47 PM

Claire I can't help but wonder if he's been looking at Jupiter's social media and seeing the new flurry of likes and comments that have been coming from Adrian. Sebastian doesn't have I*******m himself or any social media platform, claiming that it was under his dad's recommendation to keep a clean reputation for when he applies for university next year. I highly doubt, though university administrators would be able to find any dirt on clean-cut Sebastian; he doesn't drink at parties, opting to stay sober to drive the drunks home safely, he has never touched drugs, rarely swears and maintains a strong grade point average.

Sebastian said lightly, “what happened here will look like your counterstrike alone. My men were never here.” “And you?” Dominic asked. Sebastian’s smile returned, thin and sharp. “I was never dead.” He said softly. “I was waiting.” He then turned and nodded to the woman who saved Enzo and whispered something to her. “This is my daughter, Celestina.” He introduced proudly. “Former Navy SEAL, top of her class and had been through wars like this more than our fingers can count. She’ll take care of your wife wherever she goes.” Then he stepped back into the shadows.

“What do you know about intimidation, Kierra? You look like a lost puppy.” He reached over, fixed a strand of my hair, and pinched my cheek lightly—almost mockingly. “I had my men do the real work,” he said. “The only way to bring Davide down is to find proof of the abuse. We need access to the brothel. We need to see what’s happening behind the stage.” That’s the thing about Sebastian. He’s ruthless, yes, but he’s also brilliant. When the world feels like it’s spinning too fast, he slows it down. He gives me direction when my thoughts spiral.

except for her. "This is Bridget Dawson... Sebastian ex."

Sebastian's words were practiced, eloquent, even professional. About a human life. About abduction.