Sebastian X Player Pressure Novels & Stories

Sebastian replied evenly, “you wouldn’t be standing here testing it.” Her gaze drifted to the screens behind him. Fairfax Trading’s routes were flagged, funds frozen mid-transfer. Knox’s pressure was already cornering Gideon. The leverage she’d counted on was slipping fast. Sebastian stepped forward, measured and deliberate, not threatening, just certain. “You thought timing was your weapon,” he said. “You thought fear would make me negotiate. It won’t.” For the first time, her composure didn’t crack, it recalibrated. Not doubt. Not fear. Recognition.

Frank wasn’t working that day and Coralis didn’t like him being alone at home until she knew what the Howars were up to, so Sebastian and Stephanie stopped by. “Weird, yes. I never thought I would ever say that, but quite frankly, I’m looking forward to being done with the season. Don’t get me wrong, I still love playing the sport, but there is too much going on outside the field. It’s time,” said Sebastian, glancing at Stephanie. “Don’t lie, darling. You can’t bear that I could be a target too, and you want more eyes on me,” said Stephanie.

“My mind is fine.” Kane tilted his head, assessing. “Your scent says different. It’s thicker this week. Richer.” One large hand moved to Sebastian’s shoulder, thumb pressing into the overworked muscle with perfect pressure. “Suppressors are losing ground. How long until you admit you need more than pills to handle this?”

he swallowed "They'll go straight to the media and turn this around for their benefits and --" "Then we find a way, I know you can. There is another way, so let's do it," I added in a firm and final tone. Sebastian drew in a shaky breath after an unwavering stare he hissed and ran his hands down his face, a painful groan eliciting from him. The sound made me wince at the agony in his voice. He was in so much pain everyone could feel it radiating off of him. "Fine, let's go through the back passageway. Inform Sam and he'll know what to do." He ordered in a composed tone.

“You f ucktard! She’s crying.” “Is she?” Zeon peeked at me. “She’s just emotional.” “Fuck you! Get out of my building!” “We’re still talking, Man.” I quickly grabbed Sebastian’s arm when he was about to grab him by the collar. “Fine.” Zeon gave me a meaningful look before walking off. Sebastian swore under his breath , pissed, then turned to face me. “What did he do?” I shook my head quickly then looked away to wipe the tears threatening to spill again. “Nothing, Sir. Where’s that document you need me to draft?”

His jaw was clenched, his eyes narrowing, as if he was trying to process my answer. Want to Know What Happens Next? Dear readers, Are you as captivated by Sebastian and Petal’s tumultuous journey as I am? The intense emotions, the gripping tension, and the battle between love and obsession make their story one you won't want to miss. What lies ahead for Petal as she navigates Sebastian’s unpredictable nature? Can she break through his possessiveness to find the love hidden beneath his anger?

It was like a game layered on top of another game, and I was playing by rules I didn’t know fully, but hated on instinct. The practice concluded peacefully. No confrontation. No challenge to the limit of open fire. It was almost worse for that. Asher came over, sweat dampening his hair. “Are you ready to go?” “Yes,” I said, getting to my feet. Sebastian prevented us from reaching the exit. “Good control,” he observed lightly. “A lot of people break under these sorts of pressures.” Asher stilled, standing tall. “The majority of people doesn’t exert pressure for fun.”

"I want to get answers while he's too shaken to lie properly." There is something cold in the way he says it. Something that reminds me is that this man runs a billion-dollar company and did not get there by asking politely, "And if he doesn't talk?" I ask. Sebastian's eyes meet mine. "Then we find out what scares him more than us." For one second, I see something dangerous in his face. Not anger. Calculation. The look of a man who knows exactly how much pressure to apply before something breaks. I should be afraid of that.

Xavier continued coldly, "From beginning to end, you've never treated him as an equal. That's underestimating your opponent. That's a serious strategic mistake. "Do you understand that now? Even now, you still think Dominic is some insignificant nobody you can push around whenever you want. Am I right?" After several seconds of silence, Sebastian nodded. "I suffered losses against him in Eastmere." "So when he arrived in Daryon, on your turf, you immediately wanted revenge?" Xavier asked. The room fell silent. Sebastian's mother, Amelia, spoke up. "Honey, the child is still..." "Shut up," Xavier interrupted coldly. "Sebastian turned out this way because you've spoiled him rotten!"

Killian tried to talk Sebastian out of it, saying he was still recovering and didn't need to attend the gym class but he has scores to settle. As soon as the game begins, Sebastian only targets Joseph. Sebastian is a decent player, not as good as Killian but definitely better than Joseph. He leaps on every opportunity that he finds and kicks the ball at Joseph each time, sometimes hitting his head, sometimes hitting his stomach. Joseph has a big ego. Sebastian is aware of that. Even when he is pained by the attacks, he will keep playing and the coach doesn't bother to play the role of an umpire dutifully, given that it wasn't a real game. Killian catches up on Sebastian's plan and starts hel