Voice Actor For Sebastian Michaelis Novels & Stories

Both Nathan and Nolan shared a stunned look and shook their heads helplessly. “Who…. Who is that? How dare you mimic his voice?” Raymond roared in shock and disbelief. “Do you really think that I need to mimic my own voice, huh?” Sylvester asked him in a calm but taunting voice, appearing in front of the camera at a very slow pace. Not only Ramond, but everyone present on the screen, except youngsters, froze on their presence when they saw Sebastian after almost twenty years. They couldn’t believe that he was still alive and was standing tall in front of them. He still looked the same as he did twenty years ago.

The Nicholas I knew had a soothing and sweet voice, whereas this Nicholas’ voice was husky and dripped sex appeal. “Elena…” I hear it again and force my eyes open this time, only to see the face of Sebastian staring down at me with a worried frown on his face. “Elena, are you alright?” He asks me and I try to sit up, but he pushes me back onto the bed.

I caught the suit of Sebastian, his phone placed sturdily against his ear with his hand sunken into his pockets. He was sitting on his desk looking out of the window that overlooked the graceful lawn. I scrunched my brows, examining the details in his outfit, it was the same. “Yes, I have the boy, he is here with me, boss,” he said in perfect American English. Every trace of the Italian accent was gone, it didn't even sound like he was a foreigner. I pushed the door and it moved softly. “He doesn't suspect a thing, at least not yet,” he chuckled. I couldn't believe it, it was Sebastian, the same man who had spoken to me with the accented grammar, the man who I was falling in love with.

But still. I grinned as my mouth descended on his right ear but just as my mouth almost connected to it I felt arms circling my waist and my target's mouth on mine. "Good morning miss Luca. Failing another morning to nibble my ear I see? Hmmm is that your fetish? Nibbling an injured man's ear?" He chuckled. His voice thick and deep. Why was his voice so sexy? I groaned internally. "Sebastian." I giggled in his mouth the word sounding muffled because I literally spoke into his mouth. Because his covrered mine.

But not the same. Never the same. His eyes open. Black. Silver. Both. He looks at me. And the voice that leaves his mouth is Sebastian’s. And not. “Astrid…” A pause. The forest holds its breath. “…I’m here.”

I checked out myself up and down while I was quietly listening to Sebastian. "You deserve someone better. Someone who will be interested to know you with just one glance." I bit my lower lip as my breath became heavy, closing my eyes. His husky baritone voice somehow turned me on. I felt like I was listening to a boyfriend ASMR where this raspy voice was licking and whispering in my ear. "They turned out to be a jerk," I said and wanted to hear him again. He was behind the curtains, I could tell because his voice was so near and almost whispering.

Yohan muttered, mimicking Sebastian's voice while holding Damon's hands. “Don't worry, babe. I still have to live to give you babies!” Damon chortled with a high pitched voice and blinked his eyes exaggeratedly. Sebastian's face flushed as his blood boiled upon hearing those exaggerated reenactment of his conversation with Sandra by his friends. His sharp glares didn't stop the two that's why he sorted to throw them whatever his hand was able to reach, kn their direction. “Fvck you, both. We didn't fucking say that!” he exclaimed which only made Yohan and Damon laughed some more while dodging the pens.

Sebastian asks. “I don’t know, it was a female voice, soft and squeaky.” “Layla Jenkins,” Sebastian tells the others. “She was rejected by her mate,” Janice tells them. Sebastian drops Milo and turns to his parents and Learner. “I’m going after her, she isn’t going to be as fast as Lucius, I can track her,” Sebastian tells them. “When I find her, I will kill her.” “Sebastian, look at me,” Janice tells him. “Let Learner and Zach go. You are not well.”

I whispered, my voice sounding small in the vast room. He didn't answer. He took a sip of coffee, turned the page on the screen, and acted as if I were a ghost haunting his periphery. I walked to the coffee machine. My hands shook as I reached for a mug. "We leave in ten minutes," Sebastian said. He didn't look at me. He spoke to the air. His voice was devoid of inflection—robotic, cold, dead. "Okay," I said. "Do you... do you want breakfast? I can make eggs."

“I'm going to make a statement, and then I'll take a few questions. But first, I need to address the audio that was leaked this morning.” The room went silent. “That audio is fabricated,” Sebastian said clearly. “It was created by someone with a problem with me and Ms. Moore. The voices are digitally altered. The conversation never happened the way it's portrayed.” “But the money transfer is real!” a reporter shouted. “Yes,” Sebastian said calmly. “The money transfer is real. And I'm going to tell you exactly why I gave Elara Moore that money.” He paused, his hand tightening on Elara's. “I met Elara at Metropolitan Hospital where she volunteered. I watched her for weeks reading to patients,