Sebastian X Player Pressure Novels & Stories

I guess saying Felix might be stronger than Sebastain struck a nerve with him. “Oh yes, get mad at me when all I ever do is try to make you the best!” Serena complains, crossing her arms. “I gave you everything, and continue to! I sacrificed my body for you, the best years of my life! And you never even say thank you!” I purse my lips a little at the spiral this conversation was taking. I could feel the manic energy coming off of Serena, and the pissed off rage seeping out of Sebastian. “Will you please? For once, just shut the hell up and get the fuck out of my face?” Sebastain snaps, and my jaw drops a little. The color drains for Serena’s face, and she puts her hand on her chest in shock

Of course even something this clinical had to look indecent on him. “If after this,” Sebastian said at last, his voice very low, “you still think you can push me out of Poppy’s life, you’re going to have a serious problem.” I rolled my eyes so hard God Himself probably saw it. “Amazing. You just got done donating blood and you already sound like a threat with cheekbones again.” He didn’t even blink. “I’m serious.” “Obviously. You’re always sexiest when you’re intimidating people in a child’s hospital room.”

Every subtle touch, every glance, every breath was magnified under his scrutiny. She leaned slightly toward Rafael, letting her cheek brush his shoulder, testing boundaries that had been invisible before. Lucien’s eyes flickered with interest, tracing the line of her spine, the tilt of her head. Jaxon’s quiet shadowing reminded her that there was no escape — not that she would seek one. “You’re balancing now,” Sebastian’s voice finally cut softly through the charged room. “Poise under pressure. Observation under fire. This is the first stage of control.”

"You and your dirty manoeuvres won't work this time, Seb. I have finally seen your real face. You did everything because Dad told you to. You think I don't know about this?" Xavier snapped at him. Sebastian became stunned by his reply. "W-What are you saying? W-What the hell are y-you trying to imply? I am playing with you? Me? Your Seb-" Sebastian babbled in nervousness but Xavier immediately raised his palm right in front of his face making him shut.

"My family is private. My marriage is fine. If you ask about my life again, I will have you removed." The room was quiet for a second before another reporter asked a question. "Elliot, how do you plan to stop the player in the league when you do not have the players to match him?" "Sebastian is a great player," I said, looking at him. I saw a glimmer in his eye. "Every player has a weakness. I know his secrets. We are going to use that against him." Sebastian smiled. It was not a nice smile. "You can try, Coach."

"Are you envious of others because you were unable to get what you wanted, which was me? You are the kind of girl who makes me sick to my stomach due to the fact that you have the mental maturity of a little child." "I am sick and tired of hearing that from you because you have repeated it so many times. You do not like me! Fine! That is the only thing you have to say! Jeez!" "I am relieved to hear that you comprehended." After rising to his feet, Sebastian remained in place while he surveyed the other people in the space. They stated that they were experiencing a significant amount of pressure as a direct result of his eyes.

They didn't dare to let out a single peep. It was only at that moment that everyone realized that Sebastian wasn't a pushover. He was shrewd and ruthless. In fact, he was extremely decisive and firm in his actions. He couldn't be controlled by the reporters or by public opinion. "I'll give you one more chance. Tell the truth," Sebastian said, clasping his hands behind his back as he walked steadily in Marx's direction. "I… I really am injured. My sphincter—" Marx only got halfway through his sentence when Sebastian stepped hard on his calf.

Sebastian shrugged. “You worked on the plane?” Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “While some people were sleeping.” “We spent most of the time strategizing,” Connor explained. “Some people did,” Sebastian sniped. “Others spent it drinking.” Connor fixed Sebastian with a steely look. “Sebastian, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me the last couple of hours – I do – but I’ve handled intensely high-pressure situations before without you holding my hand. I’m a big boy, you’re not my wet nurse, so back… the fuck… off.”

Not even in others but in himself. Years ago, different environment, different stakes but the same pressure. Same expectation to perform without hesitation, without error, without room to falter even once. He remembered what it felt like. The sharp awareness of being watched, of being measured, finding faults. Being dismissed before being understood. Sebastian’s jaw tightened slightly. “She was distracted,” he said after a moment trying to convince himself that his actions were necessary. Nathan nodded. “She was, that doesn’t mean she’s incapable.” Sebastian didn’t answer immediately because that wasn’t the question.

He had already prepared his arrow carefully, while Sebastian had just received his. Sebastian lowered his head and let out a small laugh, though it didn’t reach where I was standing. “Really? Someone who spends most of his time locked in his room thinks he can beat me?” His words struck like a sharp, icy wind. Cillian’s expression instantly hardened. Sebastian was indeed not someone to be underestimated. Since long ago, he had been accustomed to pressure and always set very high standards for himself. Because of that, I once thought he didn’t have a heart at all.