Sebastian X Player Pressure Novels & Stories

Their eyes were glued to the television, they held onto the game controller pad firmly with their hands as if their lives depended on it. Sebastian’s eyes were wide open and his legs were spread open in anxiety. His car was in front of Stephanie’s but he wasn’t quite satisfied before she was catching up with him very fast. Stephanie laughed loudly as she saw how Sebastian struggled hard to keep his position in front of her. She was about to talk when Sebastian’s phone made a loud noise. He startled in fear of his ringtone, and the pad fell from his hand.

"Nothing. Nothing? Sebastian please, if I did something you'll have to tell me so that I can fix it. I don't like this constant fight between us, please! What the hell did we do to you?!" "I said nothing!" Sebastian shouted back, his eyes burning. "Go away, Xander!" Two seconds. That's how much time took Xander to grab Sebastian by his collar furiously. "Go away?" He threatened in his deep voice and no matter how strong Sebastian was acting, he did not have the strength to break free. "You're no haughty piece of shit, Sebastian Phoenix. I know you. Stop your drama and tell me what happened! What the fuck are you doing to yourself!"

he exclaims, the relief and happiness evident in his tone. "You all must realize by now, there's no getting rid of me. I'm invincible, you know," Sebastian declares, his voice attempting a bravado that falters as a grimace takes over, the pain etched deep into his features. A laugh escapes him, only to be cut short as he winces, the discomfort palpable. "Sebastian, seriously, you need to take it slow. You might boast of invincibility, but truth be told, you're as mortal as the rest of us. And seriously, if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I swear, I'll ensure you face my wrath,"

Felix whispered in Kelly's ear, who shivered, holding his suit in hatred as Sebastian is watching them from afar. ' I want to step on his face. ' Wild screams in Sebastian's mind as Sebastian nods in anger waiting for the competition to begin. ............................. To be continued

I said, because it had been there since I let go of Claire's face and I had been attributing it to exhaustion. "That pressure grows with each absorption," he said. "Your mother would have taught you how to manage it, given time. Given that time appears to be a luxury we do not have—" He spread his hands. "I am here." Sebastian stood up from the table and looked at Cael with the expression I had come to recognise as his assessment face, the one he wore when he was measuring something against every variable he had available. "You came here to train her," he said.

"I'm handsome, rich, not married so, people assume I'm some kind of man-whore. They assume I'm straight." "Ahh." Margaret comes to a certain realization. "Are you afraid of what people might think should you date River openly?" "Honestly, no, but for some reason he is." He shakes his head. "River keeps focusing on my reputation." "Do you think he's using that as an excuse to run?" "I think he's just not telling me what he wants." Sebastian concludes, ashamed of himself and his advances. "He just got out of a bad relationship. I'm putting too much pressure on him, and I didn't even realize it till now."

“That’s not how this works.” “No,” Sebastian said. “That’s how you want it to work.” Silence stretched between them. Then— “You’re interfering with the system.” Sebastian’s eyes sharpened slightly. “Then fix it.” A pause. “We are.” The words landed quietly. But there was something behind them now. Pressure. Closer. More direct. “By stepping in?” Sebastian asked. “Yes.” Another pause. “Then you’re already losing,” Sebastian said. That—That got a reaction. Small. Subtle. But real.

Outwardly, he appeared completely relaxed. Internally, cold sweat dampened his back. The pressure Charles exerted without raising his voice was extraordinary. Anyone else would have cracked by now. But Sebastian hadn't spent ten years preparing for this moment only to lose his nerve. No matter how dangerous his brother was. No matter how much power he held. Sebastian had come back with a plan. And he had no intention of backing down now.

The small punctures of his nails are regenerating little by little. “Yeah,” I responded and looked up to his eyes, “Are you?” Sebastian was calm and collected. Way too much. He's even more frightening in this state than when he loses his temper. The cold calculated attitude is very lethal paired with the unlimited violence he can lash out. His gaze gave me goosebumps, “I've never been better,” he answered. I knew by that moment that Sebastian was in his zone. He's finally taking this matter with the gravity and seriousness it poses. Somehow, that made our chances better.

King Sebastian just walked in from the bathroom, but she's so scared of looking at him. "Come here," His hoarse voice echo in her head, and she quickly stands up to her feet. She glances at him sitting on the edge of the bed with just a black towel wrapped around his waist. It's her first time seeing him naked, but admiring his perfectly built abs and the broad chest is the last thing on her mind. Why should she admire her parents' killer? "My shoulders hurt. I suppose you know how to massage?" He asks, and she slowly nods her head.