Seth Green Novels & Stories

he asked with a smile. Jane snapped out of her thoughts and asked him, "Would you like something to drink, Mr. Seth?" "No, thank you. I'll leave once I'm done," he replied. Jane then asked Evelyn to get him a glass of water and told Seth to take a seat. "Thank you," he said, taking out a business card and handing it over to her. Jane accepted it and examined the information on the card. It was indeed the same Seth Styles she had heard of. He was only thirty years old but was already a well-known gold agent in the entertainment industry with a high status.

He abandoned music school, coming back home to fulfill his mission. Seth's job was to leak private information from Brute winery to their opposition, Dagrin. He was going to be the downfall of Brute winery and make some cool cash while at it. Before he embarked on his mission he got equipped with information on who he was going to work with. He knew the tactics of the infamous Eve Rivera. He haven't met her before, but he'd heard rumors about her. How she can trap any man she wants with her sexual prowess, thereby using them to her expense. He would be one step ahead of her, playing her in her games.

A dishonorable participant. For all that Seth had done throughout his years to prepare us, he himself was nearly cheated of the opportunity to claim that he had worked with an honorable victor. Nearly, yes. Kira had defeated Gowan. But Seth’s prejudice there ran deep. He wanted no alterations; no funny business. I wondered vaguely if Seth would have truly supported Ethan had he actually challenged for Beta rather than having Kira in his place. Because as far as Seth was concerned, Kira was completely normal. Her pink eyes showed no signs of change. I swallowed. This is what Deidre had wanted me to see.

the Mother at the door asked him. “Going up to Waukee to visit my cousins,” he said. The lie rolled off of his tongue so easily, it was as if he had rehearsed it for days. “What’s your name?” she asked. “Seth Green.” “Where are you from?” “Chickamungi,” he said quickly. “You came all the way from Michaelanburg to catch these criminals?” he asked. “Is it a large pack of them? Should I be concerned, driving out here alone?”

Seth’s voice was equally hushed, his sharp eyes never leaving Eino. “Yup,” I replied, my lips brushing the rim of my cup. “He’s too formal. Doesn’t even try to hide that he likes Madam Hyacinth. Kind of suspicious, if you ask me.” His tone was calm, but there was an edge to it, the kind of edge that came from years of training and instinct. Seth had that way about him—as he could see straight through people, their intentions laid bare before him. “Was he the person you fought? Same build, height… What about the bracelet he’s wearing?” I pressed, my curiosity getting the better of me.

I kept looking around to place where the voice was coming from. “Where is he?” I whispered to Dominic. “I am everywhere, Director Sage Winters,” Seth replied. “I am an artificial Intelligence created with the voice of one of Alpha’s Dominic’s brothers. My name, S.E.T.H stands for Strategic Enforcement and Tactical Hunter.” “And how do you know my name?” I asked looking everywhere. “I scanned you the moment you stepped into the sentinel, although I must commend you for keeping the Sanctuary hidden, my servers cannot locate it.”Seth replied.

Seth shrugged, coming off like he wasn't paying attention to what Asher was saying. "Are you actually considering hiring her? I mean she hasn't gone to university or anything," Asher added, still trying to dig his thoughts out of him. Seth had become a much more stoic and closed off person ever since the accident so Asher knew it was a stretch. Seth shrugged once again, "I don't know yet, man. I'm just trying to help your girlfriend out here."

James bit me—only hours ago. Rain patters against the window. “That’s it. Come back to me, Princess.” Warmth radiates from the figure before me. The tight grip around my lungs eases, and my breaths come easier. “Ethan?” “Aye. I’m here.” Ethan’s expression is gentle, at odds with the tension in his body and the hard biceps straining against his shirt. His hair, the color of dark sand, is brushed back from his forehead, and his green eyes flicker with concern.

"I'm not a two-timing jerk like you, Seth. I told you before that I'm not marrying you. Nathan's the man I'm going to marry. I want to wear the wedding dress for his viewing pleasure. That watch is a wedding gift for him. "As for the recommendation letter… It's supposed to be a fair competition, isn't it? William is the most suitable candidate. Shouldn't he be entitled to the letter?" Seth's eyes had gone bloodshot at that moment. He didn't expect that I'd say such heartless things to him. Nathan quickly shielded me from Seth's gaze. "Stay away from her, Seth." Catherine rushed over to grab Seth as well. "Let's go, Seth." But Seth shook her off in disgust. "Get lost!"

“They have to pass immigration screenings. I might fudge numbers and details a little, but anyone with a history will get flagged and stopped. No problem.” Eva nodded. “If you say so, I believe you.” Seth leaned back, scrolling past another Eastern European trying to look sexy in a red teddy. He wore a dirty concert shirt she didn’t recognize and baggy sweatpants. The tiny shape of his hard cock was visible, and she fought the urge to grit her teeth. “Come here, baby. Sit on my lap a second,” he said, extending a hand dusted with orange cheese puff crumbs. “I thought you had work to do. I have dishes.”