Voice Actor For Sebastian Michaelis Novels & Stories

“I remember someone yelling my name, yes, but like I said, I didn’t look at him, so I don’t know who that was.” “I saw him approaching the scene here tonight while you commanded your army of what looked like glowing zombies. I recognized his face, but he left as I warned Emery.” Andrew and Coralis stopped what they were doing to look at him. “You know that I have deep trust issues toward your elders,” continued Sebastian as he pulled his hologram out of his cloak, “so I attached my hologram to a tree branch in recording mode. I hope we’ll be able to see him in the background.”

She stammered as she pointed a finger at Sebastian who appeared calm. 'What's wrong with her? Did I speak too harshly?' Sebastian thought to himself as he grew nervous all of a sudden. The second the idea of being nervous ran through his head, it flew out of his head in the blink of an eye. Unknown to him, the only reason why Veronica was short of words was because his voice sounded pleasing to her ears. Raspiness, sexiness and masculinity could be detected in his voice. The voice was enough to lull her to sleep and make her loose her sanity. She had never met anyone whose voice was as good as this. His voice was like music to her ears as she stared at him dazedly.

If I've actually lost him for real, then I'm scared, really really scared. I carried my head up and then dialed a number. He picked at the first ring. "Hello Good afternoon, Conrad Hilton line, how can I help you?", a Peepy bright female voice said from the other Side of the line. "Can I get Mr Conrad on the line please ", I said. "Alright please hold", she said, A few seconds later, I heard his voice. "Hello". "Hi... uhm, it's Sebastian ". I could swear I heard him smile over the phone.

After a long while of silence Sebastian suddenly said, his voice was low and dark, like a demon giving out a death sentence. "Hahaha!" Mike suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, it wasn't as if he doubted what Sebastian would do if the woman dies, it just sounded outrageous to his ears, just like it would to any other person, but Mike was well aware of what Sebastian was capable of doing, and he was aware of what that woman meant to him.

He pressed, arching a brow, his tone arctic cold. She smiled uncomfortably before she quickly went on to try and save herself. "No. It is not like that, Mr. Salvatore; it is just that Miller Corp was not listed initially--" "I picked Miller Corp personally," Sebastian's voice came, putting a halt to her rambling before she could go far. She quickly zipped her lips shut, recoiling back at the harshness of his tone. Sebastian is a quiet storm that was enough to shake everything in his path. And he was doing the same thing in that moment. He was intimidating as ever. Not just Kristen, but everyone else in the room seemed to sit up, feeling intimidated by the man's presence. "So, if any of you h

He huffs like I'm the one being complicated, "I saaaid, this...isn't...'Bastian Harr'son!" "...Is this Sebastian?" "No!" The man cheers, "This is TREVOR!" He screams the words "no, this is Trevor" exactly how Patrick Star from the cartoon Spongebob Squarepants screamed "no, this is Patrick" during the episode he was a cashier at The Krusty Krab taking phone calls, and it is then that I'm completely done with Sebastian's bullshit, and his friend's. When he starts laughing uncontrollably, I rub my eyes. "Well, Tre-vor, why are you calling me from Sebastian's phone?"

"Not while this is who you are. So let me go. My *date* is probably looking for me." The last word hit exactly where I meant it to. Sebastian's eyes went dark silver at the edges. "Your date," he repeated softly. "Michael seems very nice —" "Michael," Sebastian said, with the specific quietness of someone holding something back with significant effort, "is going to be castrated and banished from this kingdom." I stopped.

the gruff voice replied over the line. "The moment their boots hit the ground, they operate exclusively under Killian Alatorre." Sebastian commanded, his voice absolute and unquestioned. "Whatever he needs. No questions asked." "Yes, Jefe." Sebastian cut the line. He set the phone face down on the desk. Reaching out, he picked up his glass of whiskey and took a slow sip. The room was quiet again. Sebastian leaned back in the heavy leather chair, his thoughts drifting back to the little rabbit who had been on his lap only minutes ago.

He answered it, listened for a moment, then replied in a professional voice. "Yes, I hear you. Send the documents to my email. I'll review them later." I watched him from behind my glass of milk. His face was serious, his eyes focused, no smile on his lips. He was different when he talked business—firmer, colder. After the call ended, I smiled slightly. "Who was that?" "A business associate." "A woman?" Sebastian looked at me. "What?" "Her voice was female. I heard it." Sebastian sighed. "Yes. A woman, but just a business associate."

"Wait for me." He strode out of the med-bay and entered the Command Center. "Kenji, slice into the UN's encrypted comms. I want to speak to them directly." Ten seconds later, the massive holographic screens in the UN Headquarters in Geneva abruptly went black. An instant later, Sebastian's holographic projection materialized in the center of the global leaders' round table. He was wearing a black tactical trench coat, his silver half-mask gleaming coldly under the chamber lights. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen," Sebastian’s voice echoed in the dead-silent hall.