Sebastien Andrade Novels & Stories

I highly doubt, though university administrators would be able to find any dirt on clean-cut Sebastian; he doesn't drink at parties, opting to stay sober to drive the drunks home safely, he has never touched drugs, rarely swears and maintains a strong grade point average. "I didn't know you had friends from Claremont High." Seb comments, not taking his focus off of Adrian. "Yeah, they're Andy's friends, they're really nice, actually," I tell him, feeling the urge to defend the boys. "How did you know they went to Claremont High?" Sebastian breaks his focus on the boys, shifting it back to Jupiter and me. The cold, hard look he had before has now softened as he wraps his arms around Jupiter,

he replied and I heard the door open I turned to face a frustrated Xavier his hair messy most likely from being under the snow cap. "You must be Xavier," Sebastian said standing up outstretching his hand. "I'm Sebastian," he added and Xavier shook his hand confidence radiating off him. He was intimidating even more so when he wanted to be and I knew Sebastian felt the power, control and confidence radiating off him. "Xavier Persons," he said giving him a small smile before pulling away sitting beside me.

Alex’s father was a very close friend of Harry, that’s why he was also on good terms with Seb. (Alexander Adrian: Age 32, A Mafia King like Sebastian, owns the Empire of French Mafia. He lives in France, having a powerful yet mysterious aura around the people who doesn’t know about him. He was a friend of friends, but if anybody tries to harm his family and friends, then he will not take time to become worse than enemies.)

“This is Jasper Denis. My most skilled warrior. He will show you around the pack today.” “Okay,” I muttered when he gestured to Jasper to leave us alone. Once the door was closed behind us, Beta Rodriguez got up from his place and walked towards me. “Call me Andres when we are not alone,” he said, and I nodded my head. I thought he would walk back to his place, but he surprised me as he lightly traced my cheek while I stood as still as a statue. Various emotions swirled in his eyes when he quickly pulled back and turned around.

He groans and his brother chuckles. “ Her scent is so intoxicating,” Maximo murmurs and Santino hums. “ Leave me alone you fuckers!” I scream. Maximo’s impossible heat engulfs me when he steps closer only for santino’s chill to cool me down. I know Maximo is doing it deliberately. He bend and his hands touches my other thigh. Together they create this intense feeling on my body that it reacts to them. They are two impossibly hot men with a cold and a wild exterior they are both the best definition is toxic and my body craves for them at this moment.

I asked, stopping him and Ezra shook his head. “You grandmother was an omega that I did not accept. Much like Diego, I chose to hide my mating bond. But I had different reasons. Diego did it for power, maybe lust, but what he has with Renata is not what I can call love. The woman has an obsession, maybe, but the man doesn’t love her the way that she loves him. And the purity that he sees in you, the way that he looks at you is not the one that he looks at her.” Mario said, and I looked down at my lap. The man sat beside me, and I wrapped my arm around myself. “I am going to tell you something that I wished someone told me when I was your age.”

Crikey. I am still staring at my phone, in particular a selfie of Sebastian and I. We're sitting at the roof terrace restaurant he booked for us in Grenada. My smile takes up my whole face and his tiger eyes are looking down on me with desire and passion. He is definitely a passionate man, I think personally it's a Spanish man thing. He is open, wild and abandoned. The intensity with which he made love to me and fucked me, well let's just say my legs were left shaking for hours afterwards.

Willing him to speak, to explain. John glances to me, then back to the road, then to me again. "Look, Andrea," he begins... "JOHN," Christophe screams as a car smashes into the side of us. My head snaps to the side so quickly I don't get a look at who it is, hitting the window with a crack. The car flips.

Mona was a bit curious as she sized up Sebastian, her eyes carrying a bit of probing. "Are you the little boy?" Sebastian heard his mother-in-law's words,and he was puzzled. A little boy? Which little boy? Did he look little? He never thought he looked little. He had always been a big man. Andrea held back her laughter, turned her head to glance at him, and introduced, "Mom, he's your son-in-law, my husband.” Not some little boy. Sebastian politely took a few steps forward and nodded towards Mona, "Mom, my name is Sebastian Munoz, I'm Andrea’s husband."

"Adrien looks so similar to him. It must pain him so much when he sees him." "Leon struggled with it too", I told her honestly, quickly wiping my hand across my eyes. "But now he looks forward to seeing how Sebastien would have looked like the older Adrien gets. But their personalities are complete different." "What was Sebastien like?" "Quiet. Out of all three, he was the most quiet one. Michael was the social butterfly. Leon was an energetic kid that couldn't sit still. Sebastien was a picky eater, would rather eat nothing at all than eat food he didn't like. Loved his sleep. Loved being inside more than being outside. Loved being with Michael. Anything Michael did, he had to do too. Estel