Novel & Cerita Voice Actor For Sebastian Michaelis

Sinful Possession Scene “Few hours ago…” Sebastian’s voice was calm but held an unmistakable authority when he answered the phone. “Sis, this is Sebastian,” he said. His voice sent a ripple of panic through Petal’s mother as she recognized it was not her daughter speaking. Her first instinct was alarm. “Sebastian, where’s Petal? Why are you informing me?” she asked with growing concern.

Marcus played the part as respectful businessman, Brayton was polite and a bit robotic, Jaspar was uninterested and unimpressed, and Sebastion was still furious enough to spit hell-fire from his nose. "It seems things became quite heated." Nico Deville commented with a haughty smirk. In no way, shape, or form did I miss the snarl that sounded from Sebastian's lips, nor the way his emotions turned dark and murderous. I wasn't sure whether or not Nico was speaking of Sebastion's furious expression, or the crowd that had once been shouting obscenities.

He hasn’t said a single word, but the flicker of annoyance in his gaze tells me he’s just as unhappy with this as I am. “I don’t understand,” I say slowly, my voice tinged with disbelief. The job probably explained why "a good actress" was a crucial part of the descriptio but it was still almost unbelievable. “Why would someone... need this?” I mutter. Finally, Sebastian speaks, his deep voice cutting through the air like a blade. “That’s not your concern, is it?” My head snaps toward him, my anger flaring. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” he says coolly, leaning back in his chair. “Your job is to play the part. You don’t need to know ‘why.’”

I told him and held his face, lightly tapping it so he’d return to reality. It slowly registered in him and he frowned, “Can I kill whoever that is?” he asked with intent and a growl. I laughed, finding his torture amusing. “Sev you just got away for murder,” I reprimanded jokingly, “I don’t plan on seeing the Holy Parliament so soon.” He sighed and clicked his tongue. “Alpha Sebastian, Luna Veronica,” the voice spoke again, closer this time, probably outside our door. “It’s me,” the man repeated.

Donald was his legal advisor after all. But, of course, Donald wouldn’t appear on the stage. Instead, I stood up from my seat. I leaned down to kiss my wife’s forehead and stepped forward. Eloise’s breath hitched as whispers swept across the room like wildfire. This was a surprise for her as well. Christopher’s confident smile faded, cracking his polished mask as I approached the stage. “Good evening,” I greeted into the microphone, taking over the stage. “I’ll be speaking on behalf of Mr. Thomlinson tonight. Most of you probably already know who I am, Adam Sebastian, CEO of Sebastian Pictures.”