Sebastion Klein Novels & Stories

I needed an ally—someone who shared my anger and desire for justice. And I knew exactly who could help me. Klaus, Sebastian's trusted friend and advisor, was not as loyal as he appeared. Behind his calm demeanor, I discovered a hidden ambition that matched my own desire for revenge. Klaus thought he was clever, quietly pulling the strings behind the scenes while Sebastian enjoyed his power. I saw the truth in his eyes and realized that his secret plans could be used to my advantage.

Eden was quite happy that they had begun to get along so well. “What is your name?” She managed to question as she looked at him, admiring him. A smile formed on his face as he turned to look at her and hold her hand. She bowed as she was quite shy. “Kylian” He introduced and smiled as well. She nodded as she looked away shyly. “It's great to see you again” He added. Lucian had begun to look for alternatives. He had gone to visit the elders yet there seemed to be no alternatives whatsoever.

While bending a little came in front of him from the space between his body and the wall. She shivered after feeling the chilly water, but she ignored that thing and cupped his face with her both hands. Sebastian, who was standing with closed eyes, opened his eyes after feeling a touch on his face and looked down. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, we all can’t see you like this,” Swara said on which Seb said nothing just kept staring her with blank expressions. “4 years old Sebastian Knight was the sole reason for his mother’s brutal assault and murder,” Sebastian said with blank expressions on his face.

Before they could hit the ground, Sebastian’s hands moved swiftly, catching them with ease. But he didn’t stop there. He knelt in front of me. I froze. The Almighty Sebastian D’Angelo—cold, ruthless, and feared by everyone—was on his knees before me. My breath caught in my throat as he lifted my foot and placed it on his lap. His touch was impossibly gentle, his fingers cool against my skin. And then, he did something that shook me to my core. He cleaned my foot. With his own bare hands. I stared at him in disbelief.

Upon entering his parents mansion he heard someone familiar call out to him " Sebastian I cannot believe you have made it for today. I did not think you would come, im so happy". Said the 5ft 10inch blonde who was dressed in her designer pencil dress which hugged on to her body like a second skin. Haley was one of Sebastians closest friends, though Sebastian was never expressive and only ever discussed business with her, she was still considered as one of his close allies. He trusted her as he knew Haley was one who cared for him unconditionally and would never betray his trust.

Claire I can't help but wonder if he's been looking at Jupiter's social media and seeing the new flurry of likes and comments that have been coming from Adrian. Sebastian doesn't have I*******m himself or any social media platform, claiming that it was under his dad's recommendation to keep a clean reputation for when he applies for university next year. 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.

’ His words trailed off like he was thinking. “Who is Sebastian?” I asked as we entered Kilian’s room again. ‘He is a servant like you. He is not an animal though… He is a human who wants to be changed. He does whatever we say in hopes that one day we will change him, and take him into our family. I think he is 17 years old?’ I wondered if Kilian spent much time around Sebastian; the way he spoke was like he did not know him. So there is just one person to avoid. I grinned. It was a big house. There was no way I’d run into him that easily. As long as I am careful… I should be fine. I went back into the closet after telling him goodnight. If I slept now, then I could wake in the morning, and

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.

"Sorry Miss, You've got the wrong person. I use condoms and there is no way I would have a son that I didn't know existed. I brought the phone down, about to hit the red button when her pleading voice stopped me. " I beg you, Nikolas Sica, Samuel needs your blood. He might die soon and I know you don't believe anything I am saying but you have to. Nikolas, you have a son who is dying right now at Petrina Memorial and the only thing that could save him is your blood. Don't let him die..." There was something in her voice. The desperation–Honesty. She could not be lying but how could I have a son?

Rad interrupted teasingly. “Thanks, Rad,” Remiel remarked and glared at him. Azrael looks way more confused than before and Yerach notices it, “What now, Azrael? I thought you knew everything.” he said to annoy Azrael until he hits her asshole button. “Except this one,” Azrael stated. She grabbed the paper in front of Remiel and studied the face of Sebastián Vozenilek. Platinum blonde hair which gave his pale skin some color, cool grey-blue with long eyelashes. He had a pale, elegant, restless face with high cheekbones. Even though she pulled her memory from the deepest she can’t recognize the guy.