Sebastien Andrade Novels & Stories

Andrew beamed. Adrianna turned around and met my intense gaze. She turned pale and hastily stretched out her hand with a small smile. I slowly grasped it and kissed her knuckles softly. "Am Sébastien Hunter, but I prefer you call me Hunter" I mutter in a husky voice taking in her sexy appearance. "It's nice to finally meet you Sébastien" she says softly and releases her hand from my grasp. "I'll be back in a few minutes" Andrew says quietly and excuses himself.

He pulled back slightly, hands gently scanning my arms and shoulders for injury. I shook my head, unable to speak. “Good.” He exhaled, pressing his forehead against mine. “It’s okay now. I’m here. And I swear I’m going to teach you how to rip apart anyone who tries to hurt you.” As we drove back, Adrian kept one hand on the wheel and the other gently holding mine. He told me who Philip truly was. I wondered why they had allowed such a disgusting creature to keep his job for so long. “I’m glad he’s dead,” I whispered.

Hearing that, he pulled back, smiled widely. "I miss you," he said the same thing for the third time. I linked my arms on my chest, and spun around. "Let's go to my backyard." "Okay, 'm lady," he said, and walked behind me. *** Adrienne ________ Walking on the quiet street, I was slightly nervous. I was nervous because I didn't know if I looked good enough for my date with Sebastian. I was in a dark jean, white sneakers, and white off shoulder top. Since Sebastian liked to tuck my hair to the back of my ear, I decided to leave it to fall below my shoulder.

“Hurry up and move along already. I got an appointment I got to keep.” “Of course, Mr. Whitmore. We’ll keep everything on schedule.” “Good.” Sebastian was opening up his laptop and started up his chat line. Sebastian is a man with power. He is splendid in every aspects. He is smart and talented. He is also the youngest man ever to succeed in such a successful business. Sebastian is five feet and eleven inches tall. He weighs two hundred and twenty-five pounds. He is well built. Not a single part of his body is fat, but muscles. He is very masculine, that shapes his hardcore body.

They had attended the same college overseas, and Adrian later invited him to work alongside him at Hayes Pharma & Biotech. Sebastian stood nearly as tall as Adrian, with light brown hair and dimples on both cheeks. He had a boyish charm that contrasted with Adrian's more mature features. "Seb, how are you?" he responded, a smile playing across his face. "I'm good, Dri. How's the wife?" Sebastian asked, giving him a mischievous wink. Adrian managed a small smile. "She arrived this morning. She's down in her room, assuming she hasn't decided to explore her entire wing."

"Roughly 280 years, give or take. You are correct. Not all the Prime-directs were happy with the system back then. Since most of them are power hungry fils de putes who only care for themselves, it was my assumption that many would still be unhappy with whatever system is currently in place." "Wait, you've been sleeping for only 280 years?" Atlas asked me. I looked at him. Nodded. "Did Sebastian have any kids?" I struggled to hide the wince. I cleared my throat. "Oui. He did. He had un fils biologique - pardonne-moi - one biological son by a human woman. His name was - " "Silvere," Atlas finished for me. His bright green eyes were wide, his mouth had fallen open.

“Sebastián is… Andrade’s stepbrother.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I leaned back, blinking, trying to process. “Stepbrother?” I repeated, incredulous. “You mean… he’s Andrade’s… blood relative?” “Yes,” Renata said. Her gaze softened, a little of her usual fire dimming. “I… got pregnant by Andrade’s father. Rafael denied it. He… he left me to live in shame. Sebastián is the only good thing in my life. He’s my son. He’s everything to me.”

Owen offered introductions, squeezing her shoulder encouragingly, “and Seb, the keyboardist.” Seb was a pretty brunette man with stunning hazel eyes fringed with eyelashes she only achieved with magnetic falsies, the sort of almost androgynous good looks that underwear companies seemed to prefer for their models, and Sebastian was high-school footballer handsome, square jawed, clean shaven, with a grin enhanced by good orthodontics.

I untied the shirt, then proceeded to unbutton it, until I could feel the cold of the car's air conditioner on my skin. "Very good." He complimented. "Now the bra, please." I shivered as I undid the hooks of my nude bra. I wished I had on something sexier. I made haste to unhook it, then slid the straps down my arms. "Such pretty breasts." Mariano commented. I held my breath. One rough callused finger traced the curve of my breast. I felt the familiar panic climb up my nerves. "Breathe, tesoro mio." He said softly. "It's just me. You're mine. I'm only touching what's mine."

The warrior backed away and the man came forward. When he got to the fence, he looked me in the eyes again, “Hello, I am Sebastian Renault.” I held out my hand, “I am Adele.” He held my hand over the fence and I felt the most powerful sparks ever and I heard a bond snap into place. I asked, “Would you like to come into the yard?” He smiled, “I would love that… mate.” Holy hell. I have found my mate.