Sebastion Klein Novels & Stories

Czar wanted to punch the smirk out of his face. "Then why are you blocking our part if you are not her servant or maybe you are her guard." he glared at Czar while he spoke. "Son of a bitch." czar pushed him hard but Sebastine did not bulge, it was as if he was rooted in the spot. This surprised Czar a lot, he drew back from him as he also felt some electrifying force erupt from Sebastian. "Who are you?" Czar managed to say. "My name is Sebastine, ruler of the seven oceans. King of Succumba and Incumba. The pr of Atlantica."

He could feel the intensity emanating from Levi, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. As Sebastian stood at the threshold of the room, he took a moment to address the others, his voice dripping with a seemingly genuine friendliness. "Alright, nice to meet you all. My name is Sebastian. I'm Levi's cousin, and I hope to see you guys around," he said, his words delivered with a mischievous smile playing upon his lips.

He had written Sebastian with a small question mark beside it as though the question mark would help its case. "Kian." "It's a strong name," he said. "It's a lot of name," I said. "He is going to be a small person for quite a while. Sebastian is a lot to carry when you are small." He considered this. Then he crossed it out. Not fully, just one line through it, the line of a man leaving his options open. I took the notebook back.

I warn, glaring playfully. “I’m just saying,” she teases, following me to the door, “you’re living in a romance novel.” "Am I now?" I thought to myself as Elise's words bounce off my ears. I step outside, and my breath catches. Sebastian waits just outside the apartment, exuding power and sophistication in a sharp black suit that molds to his frame like it was designed to intimidate. His dark hair is slicked back, emphasizing the sharp angles of his jaw and the piercing blue eyes that lock onto me like a predator sizing up its prey.

Clearly not impressed, Sebastian continued to grumble, "I'm afraid you won't have a chance to be foolish again. Who knows what'll happen when you get back? Whether your heads stay on your shoulders is another matter." "If it comes to that, I have my ways. You don't have to worry," Carissa assured him confidently. Sebastian knew that her promises didn't guarantee much, but he couldn't help but agree with her—someone always had to be the fool. The common people needed fools like them. Still, a part of Sebastian wished the fools weren't Rafael and Carissa, but someone else. He walked over to a dusty shelf and pulled down a small wooden box. Blowing off the dust, he wiped it with a cloth before

Just enough to confirm what his instincts were already telling him. Something was off. And by the end of the night, he was going to know exactly what it was. Kane pushed open the doors of the underground club, the familiar wave of noise and heat hitting him instantly. His eyes scanned the room automatically, landing exactly where he expected. Her booth. And there she was. Back turned. Talking to Sebastian. Kane's gaze narrowed slightly as he approached, catching the sight of the giant man casually shoving fries into his mouth like he had nothing better to do.

Without looking at the screen, he answers—already desperate to end the call. “This is Sebastian.” Sebastian greets with fake enthusiasm. “I see you’re not sacrificed to the god of plastic bosoms and flat asses.” Grace Keller sasses over the speakerphone, referring to Sebastian’s night, assumed spent with Kellie Cardin, his current fling. “The witch hasn’t bled me or plucked my heart from my chest as yet, mother.” Sebastian muses, regarding Grace’s unequivocal detestation, for the lawyer he knocked boots with.

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I believed that once he recovered, we would return to our close bond. I forced myself to push the door open. Sebastian turned to me, looking surprised. I walked straight to him and kissed him lightly. Sebastian is a man who naturally drew attention. He is tall, with broad shoulders and a strong, commanding presence that made people take him seriously the moment he walked into a room. His dark hair was always neatly styled, and his sharp facial features—chiseled jawline, straight nose, and deep-set amber eyes, everything made him really handsome and it is his gaze that is intense and almost unreadable. To outsiders, he looks like the perfect husband, charming and composed. But right now, Hale

“Give me 15 minutes. He ended the call and headed to another shower stall. Gradually the water helped to relieve him of a bit of the anger. When Leon stepped out of the locker room, he saw a guy leaning against the hallway wall. The guy straightened immediately the moment he saw him. He looked around Leon’s age, dressed casually but neatly. He had on a sweet smile enough to make anyone lower their guard. “Hello, Leon.” Leon slowed. The guy stepped forward and held out his hand. “I’m Sebastian. And I’m a die-hard fan of yours.” Leon blinked once before giving a small laugh. Fan? He accepted the handshake anyway. Sebastian’s grip was warm and strangely firm. Leon smiled politely. “I’m not a st