Seth Marshall Novels & Stories

I cannot fight this battle tonight, and I must trust the Northside Triad to protect my territory and rescue my doctor. Seth slowly steps away from the leather couch, and his hazel eyes are completely dark with the promise of imminent violence. He reaches out and gently cups the back of my neck, making sure his large fingers carefully avoid the thick white bandage covering his permanent bite mark. He presses his warm forehead directly against mine for a brief second, allowing me to inhale a very deep breath of his grounding tobacco scent before he pulls away to prepare for the violent mission. "I will absolutely bring your doctor back to this estate alive, Beau, and I promise you that Vincent

"And to answer your question, I'll be turning twenty-seven in December." Austin's eyes lit up at his response; Marybeth's birthday was also in December. He wondered if she'd want an over-the-top bash or something low-key. But given her reaction about the presidential suite, he figured an intimate celebration would score him a ton of points. "My preliminary reports on the three POIs," Seth said, turning his laptop around. "POIs?" Austin asked, scratching his head as he glanced at the first report. "Persons of Interest," Seth clarified. "Anthony Torres made a series of dumb investment moves and had to close his PR agency when he couldn't keep the lights on. The hush money from your brother is

That seemed easier said than done. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” Seth replied to Adam’s inquiry. “There are a couple of girls in town I’ve taken out. We have a lot of dances around here, and one in particular, Hannah Cooper, is usually my date. But we haven’t talked about getting married or anything.” “How old are you?” Adam asked, again sparking Rain’s curiosity as well. “I’m twenty-three,” he said. “You?” “Twenty-one,” Adam said. “Same as Rain. I think all of us are the same age.”

Just like that, Seth was able to rise through the ranks and become the youngest major general in history. Seth's parents thought I brought good luck to Seth. They didn't look down on me because of my background as a country bumpkin. Instead, they were very nice to me. Although Seth was very cold to me, I still thought of myself as a lucky woman. Only before my death did I realize I was very, very wrong. When Catherine noticed how dazed I was, she walked away smugly. A short while later, my mother opened the door. She told me the wedding preparations were done and that I would be marrying Nathan Prescott the day after tomorrow.

“Her real name was Mariel Blackwood. Seth called her Relief because that’s what she was to him. The only peace he had as a child.” Thea’s throat tightened. “Then what happened?” “She knew something was off with Fonald. Like he wasn't very sane. And she confirmed it when he had beaten up Seth's nanny and assaulted her…..he made Seth watch the whole thing..” Thea’s face contorted in horror. “The case was buried and Donald got put free but Seth's mother was horrified. She tried to get him help and finally resulted in involving the police. When Donald found out ..” Arian’s gaze dropped to the floor. “Seth saw his father push Relief down the stairs. She died right there, in front of him. He was j

Mirroring the behavior of a highly sophisticated gentleman, he flashed a charming smile toward the young female assistant who had just delivered a steaming vessel of coffee to his station, thanking her voice with a distinct sort of magnetic charisma. The moment the assistant cleared the perimeter of the room, his fingers lifted the clay vessel to his lips as his sharp gaze shifted toward the entrance. His vision locked onto Richard, who was breaching the threshold with Madison tracking aggressively behind his heels. “Father. Madison.” Seth deposited the vessel back onto the timber surface, crossing his long legs as his analytical stare began to systematically observe their emotional states w

Seth laughed, "yes, Kennedy and I are still together. Her and her friends insist on having some kind of gender reveal a thing so I don't know yet what we are having." Fallon laughed, "ugh those things are the worst." The subject soon changed to Seth's upcoming album release but I barely heard him. I just kept staring at him proud to be able to call him mine. Right after the show aired Seth tweeted again, "there is a new Greer on the way!"

I didn’t think he would come to pick me as it's a very busy day for him. My smile is cheerful, “Yes, I did,” I shut my eyes as he kissed my lips tenderly, leading me up to the mountains where we took our seats in the first row. I noticed Seth was seated to the right side, on the third row. There were so many people and soon the jubilation had begun with dancers throwing their red ribbons and rose petals in the air. After that, Seth, a diplomat for Human Rights was given an opportunity to give a speech on a new excavation contract and breaching. He spoke honestly and magically for eight minutes and I couldn’t take my eyes off him even once.

“This is His house. Please don’t do this here.” “That’s exactly why we’re doing it here,” Seth said loud enough for everyone to hear. “Your God isn’t running things anymore. I am.” He pulled his thick cock out right in front of her face. It was already hard. Mary turned her head away, but he grabbed her auburn hair with both hands and forced her mouth onto him. The wet slick sound of her wet mouth on his rising dick echoing in the silent space as everyone watched attentively like it was the only thing happening on Earth.

Seth returned home drunk in the afternoon, in celebration of the B pharmaceutical contract he had been awarded. He smiled happily as I and some bodyguards helped him to his room. They placed him on the bed and left, leaving me with him. "I won it!" He laughed but I was less concerned. I was sad I'll be leaving without really knowing if Seth is involved in Clara's death, cause obviously he's drunk and will be sober by night or tomorrow. I had already packed my luggage and told Christiana to pack hers also because we'll be going for the test result tomorrow. Well, I had enough evidence against him already, that should be enough to put him in jail.