Novel & Cerita Seth Marshall

“I’m the last person you can fool. Okay, if I’m not back in thirty minutes, come in after me. You can kill anyone you want.” “Fine…” she said, her voice watery. I captured her lips one more time. I’d never get tired of the taste of her. “Maverick, oh my gosh, look. It’s Saul, Rune’s Dad.” Saul stopped in the middle of the block. So, Seth really was trying to take my pack from under me. Another guy I recognised as Seth’s top-ranked beta marched up to Saul. They chatted, but stopped and stared right at us.

Voss didn’t like him, and as far as he knew, he hadn’t been invited. “I want to talk to you,” he said as he started to pull me away. He was being aggressive with me, and it didn’t sit well with me. “Hey, you’re hurting her,” Seth said. Miles turned around and glared at Seth. “I am the man she’s getting married to. I suggest you mind your fucking business.” Seth stepped forward. “Or what?” He asked. Seth was the bigger man. He was a bit taller than Miles, and he was definitely more fit. If they got into a fight, I would imagine Seth would win, especially because I knew he could fight, and he carried a gun wherever he went.

" ~~~ Question: What will be Cade’s answer to Seth? a.) Let's get this done quickly. b.) I feel like dying not seeing you. c.) The audacity...

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.

—— “ Hey , Jake , I know that you are trying to get some clues here man , but this is really early “yawned Seth as he opened his door and let us in , and when I say Us - I meant Lewis and I , right now even Conan’s shadow could not be seen. “ why ? Did you spent another night at a club or something ?”I asked cocking my head at Seth , even though I wanted to make myself sound stern , I couldn’t stop the twitch of my lips. From the past few weeks , Seth had joined cahoots with Conan , and my dear hacker friend now had another hobby other than spending time typing away on his computer . He now had this new fetish of spanking his girls and if anything went by that glow on the Blonde ‘s face th

“They claim the cargo papers don’t match the permits. They’ve blocked the port completely.” I stayed silent for a second, letting the information settle. “Where is Seth now?” “At the dock,” Marcel said. “Arguing. Constantly. He keeps saying his family has permission to run everything. He’s shouting about connections, influence… but the officers aren’t backing down.” I closed my eyes briefly. The picture formed easily in my head—Seth’s temper, his arrogance, the way he always believed his name alone could open gates. “Put it on video,” I said. “I want to see.”

Seth sighs, "Sorry, I'm not into dudes." Marshall chuckles before taking a long drag of his cig, blowing a huge puff of smoke. "Me neither. I'm just a fan." "Pretty fucking dedicated one at that huh?" Seth sneers. Marshall chuckles, "You're bitter that you didn't notice my spy, am I right?" "I'm annoyed that some random fucking guy wearing all white came in here talking about bullshit, sticking out like a sore fucking thumb. Not exactly the best fucking idea to be wearing white in the middle of the night, especially if you're going to be meeting people like us."

Seth looked like he was being strangled by ghosts. Everyone knows Byron Riley. NHL legend. Four-time championship winner. The guy's a fucking myth in the hockey world. But that spark, that weird energy between them? That wasn’t from admiration. That was something else. Something hotter, more dangerous. I’d seen Seth drunk. I'd seen him high. But I had never seen him like that. It was sexy in a way that felt fucking wrong. Charged. Like a lit match in a room full of gasoline.

Finally, he passed out from exhaustion. That was when my parents finally relented. They kept sighing, but in the end, they agreed to our marriage. Seth treated me very well after we got married. He was capable enough to expand his business, and he eventually made more and more money. We were the perfect couple in the eyes of our friends and family. I was naive enough to believe that we would continue being this happy. Seth fell silent when I talked about the past. "I'll ask her out tomorrow. You can meet her as me. Will your true love choose money and leave, or will she be willing to wait for you to divorce me so she can marry you?"