Sebastion Klein Novels & Stories

I left the tables I was setting and went closer to them, he circled his arms around my shoulders, making my heart flutter as a smile escaped my lips. I lifted my gaze to Sebastian but his gaze was blank like he hadn't seen me from anywhere before. “Keira, this is Sebastian Klein, my best friend. We have been friends since we were little” George introduced Sebastian to me. He reached out his hands to shake mine. “A pleasure to meet you” He mumbled as we shook hands. “Keira Miller” I introduced for a second time even though I had introduced myself yesterday. “What a cool name, heard your name from George already” He remarked and turned his gaze to George. Why was he acting like we hadn't met b

Keep the other person seated, off-balance, looking up. "I did some research on you after our encounter last night," Sebastian said, moving to lean against his desk. Casual, relaxed, but his eyes were sharp. "Kai Moretti. Twenty-two years old. Art student at the state university, currently in your senior year. You're talented—I saw the pieces from your last show at the campus gallery. Raw, emotional. You have potential."

"Excuse me, may I have a word with you two?" The man gestured for them to follow him to a quieter area. "I’m Hayden Klein. It’s a pleasure to meet you both." Hayden took the initiative to extend his hand to Sebastian, who shook it, and Caitlin also gave him a brief handshake. "Mr. Klein?" Sebastian questioned, a hint of recognition flashing in his eyes. Caitlin exchanged a quick glance with him. They both recalled that the person behind the Yun's Aromatic Codex had the same surname.

He is very talented that's why there are a lot of women who admire him. "I see, good for him." Sebastian's personality is very interesting. You wouldn’t expect in his looks that he’s talented. Like Therese told me yesterday, Sebastian is anti-social, quiet, and rude but he's good at other things.

"Someone's orchestrating this. It's a deliberate attack. You've done well under pressure, but I'll take over from here." I rested a hand on her shoulder before stepping past her. … The weight on Jeanine's chest lifted. She felt safe around him, like she could finally breathe. For a fleeting moment, she wanted to rest her head against his solid shoulder. Before she could, Sebastian was already walking toward the crowd. Taking the microphone, he faced them squarely. "Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Sebastian Grimwald, CEO of Sleeping Giant. I'm sure someone out there was dying to see me step onto this stage."

Donovan's complexion changed rapidly at the criticism. Suddenly, a muscular man with an imposing appearance emerged from the crowd. It was Sebastian, Mirage City's top Krav Maga expert. He had beaten several international pros and was considered the closest one could get to being a Savant Grandmaster. "Sebastian, I'm glad you could make it!" Stan said, rushing over. "We've got a troublemaker here who hit me and said everyone was worthless!" Sebastian's temper flared, and he shouted, "Who has the guts to say that? Didn’t he insult me too?!"

I inquired of Sebastian. "I've crossed paths with him before. He happens to be Brett's brother-in-law. A friend of my friend is also acquainted with him," Sebastian explained. "What?" I was puzzled. "In any case, I'm not fond of him," Sebastian remarked, clicking his tongue. "What does he look like?" I probed further. Sebastian replied, "He... resembles an eagle?" "An eagle?" I repeated in surprise. The Vincent I know possesses eyes as piercing as an eagle's. What if...?

K Whatever flinched, “N-nothing… So how do we get in?” “We’re standing in the small blind spot of the surveillance here, and there’s a hole that gave me a chance to escape, we can use it to go back but the other side is a den of ahm… some wild animals…” Sebastian scratched his head. “Then how did you get out?” “That’s the thing, I don’t know. It’s just every reset, I chose to leave, nothing happened to me when using that hole.” K Whatever clicked her tongue and complain in her mind, ‘Why does the world favours him but tortures him in other things?!’

Is his simple reply. I raise my head to glare at me, but the height difference puts me at a great disadvantage. Santino is a very tall man, standing at 6'5. He pushes me away from him with a very disgusted look on his face like he touched the most filthy thing in his life. This is the most expression he has ever shown me. “ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.”