Sebastian X Ciel Lemon Novels & Stories

Clothes rustled and Frost’s sickly sweet voice drifted near. “I know you’ll be gone the moment Luna wakes… but I just hope she wakes soon, so she can properly handle her duties as Luna.” “No,” Caleb said coldly, gripping my chin hard enough to hurt. “I don’t need a mate who would threaten my position. She just needs to stay the perfect Luna—lying here in silence, scaring off rogues with her name, but never stealing my spotlight.” My stomach twisted and my throat burned, but thank goddess, after all these years without food, there was nothing left for me to throw up now.

Damian asked, worry etched on her face. "I have to do this," Ava replied. "I can't let them think they can control us. I won't be a puppet in their game." Caleb POV Working at the club owned by the Sebastian Brothers was not what I had expected. My ultimate goal was to get close to them, especially Ava, and seek revenge for what they had done to me in the past. But things hadn't gone as planned. They had managed to win me over with their power and loyalty, and I found myself actually caring about them.

He wanted to dominate her till she stopped being so stubborn when she was with him. “If I wanted to be a disgusting pig, I would’ve tried something on you last night when you had let your hand wander to my cock when you were so snuggled on my chest.” Sebastian retorted. It was a lie but he didn’t care as he got the reaction he wanted from Elena. She had turned crimson red in embarrassment. Sebastian chuckled. “I’m kidding Elena. I’ll go get you some fruits.” Sebastian said leaving. Elena sat on the bed glaring at him. Only when the door had been shut did she release her breath.

, he said. "That's difficult, my natural reaction to sitting on man's leg would be to punch him", Rebecca mumbled. "Okay, I'm gonna ask you guys some few questions". "Ready.... go". "So, When did you realize you were in love with her?". Sebastian looked lost for a second, then he snapped out of it. "We're soulmates, we just knew it when we first met". Veronica laughed out loudly. Stephanie graoned loudly. "Bitch if you're going to be here keep it down".

he said. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to scream. But I didn’t. Because I heard something through the glass wall. Leo. He was coughing, a soft, weak sound. I turned quickly and saw his small body shifting in bed. The tubes in his arms. The wires on his chest. His lips were dried and pale. My heart broke again. I looked back at Sebastian. His face was stone with no emotion. He put a silver pen on the table beside me. “You have five minutes,” he said and then he walked away.

“What do you want, Lucien?” “Nothing yet,” he says smoothly. “Just observation. For now.” His eyes flicker between us, subtle amusement hidden under the predator’s precision. The minor thrill of rivalry, of exes returning, of power games begins again. And I know this is far from over. But for now, Sebastian and I remain tethered, aware, alive, and just close enough that the bond hums with quiet promise.

“I intend to.” She pulled back, tapped Sebastian’s bondmark. “Starting now.” Then—smiling, faintly, like a wound finally clotting, she said, “You look… happier.” Sebastian flushed, brushing his fingers over the soft bite. “It helps when the house breathes with one pulse again.” Just then, chaos. A rush of peppermint and spearmint—Caleb and Camden hurtled past in perfect alpha formation, chasing a blur of pale limbs and nerves. Lior.

Sebastian stumbled into the produce section, caught himself on a display of oranges, and turned around with a look of mock offense. "You're violent." "You're dramatic." "I'm the Reaper." "You're a menace." Sebastian's eyes lit up. Damian knew that look. It was the same look Sebastian got before a game-winning goal, before a bar fight, before doing something spectacularly stupid. "What?" Damian asked. "Nothing." "Sebastian." "Nothing." Sebastian reached into the cart and pulled out a zucchini. Long. Green. Curved slightly at the end. He held it up, examined it with exaggerated seriousness, then tucked it into the front of his pants.

HAILEE. I woke up to the familiar scent of Sebastian lingering around me, but when I opened my eyes, I realized he wasn't here. The scent of Sebastian was a complex and captivating aroma that penetrated the air and lingered in the room long after he had left. It was a potent blend of musk and cedarwood, intertwined with the subtle notes of fresh pine and earthy undertones that seemed to evoke a sense of wildness and danger. The scent was powerful, yet alluring, drawing me in like a moth to a flame, tempting me with its primal essence. As I breathed in his scent, I felt a surge of desire that sent shivers down my spine, leaving me longing for more of this intoxicating fragrance. It was as if