Seth Meyers Novels & Stories

A young boy with blond hair sits on the cliff side of the mountain staring at oblivion when a young boy with messy spiky hair walks over to him with a smile on his face “Yo!” “What?” Steve asked with a frown “With that attitude you are not gonna get any girl to fall for you” Steve ignores him and fixes his eyes at the blue sky “I am Seth Remmick but you can call me Seth” he said extending his hand for a handshake but Steve keeps watching the sky

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.

I lied. I didn’t know how many people knew about the cure Rex created aside from Gage and Sienna. “This is a losing battle, omega,” Seth said. “Even you don’t believe that! Leave, or you’ll die a pathetic death.” Seth growled. He pounced and slapped me with his massive paw. I hit the ground, and the battle continued. I got up and shook myself off. Seth and his supporters disappeared into the dark forest. “Get them!” Maverick ordered. “Get any many as you can.”

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.

"So, you will not make a small contribution to your wedding?" "Well..." Seth reaches behind his back and digs inside the pocket of his jeans. "Does this count?" My eyes blinked at the large diamond gold ring right between my eyes. Then Seth fell to his knees, and my heart almost pulled out. "Theresa Young," he says with my hand in his. "I never met a woman like you in my life. I've been with plenty, but none of them captured my heart. Before we met, I was confused about whether I liked men, men with beautiful faces like a fairy. I admired you for being the badass woman who looks good in tight black leather jeans."

Who else in the Southlands would get such a chance? But then again, it feels degrading. Even if I ignore my father's opinion, I have to think about my future. My people wouldn’t respect me if I wore this. Plus, Ethan got annoyed when I said no. I’m not sure why, but it kind of pleased me. He’s so big and strong and seems to have everything under control—it makes me curious about what might happen if he loses it. What if I stir up the wolf lurking behind the man? I set the box back down on the mattress next to me. Honestly, I’d love to see how Ethan reacts if I push back a little. He deserves it for not bringing me any breakfast.

I was apparently the best on their list regardless of the shit they spoke about my weight. Guess the boys deserved to get their dicks measured. I had no qualms. I never thought I’d see proof of it. Seth was in the big leagues, he was biiigggg...the boy was strong and powerful, and his member was long and thick. And I kid you not, I would have thrown wads of cash flying on his bed if I carried some in my pocket. I watched him squeeze, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his eyes closed and face scrunched up, working towards his release.

He stood there watching it in silence, thinking about what would happen later. Seth didn't waste any time preparing for a battle he had to face. In front of the mirror, he adjusts his black tie, which complements his dark navy long sleeves and emphasizes his well-defined figure. Seth Corpuz, consigliere of the Corpuz Famiglia—a legal adviser or counselor to the boss of an Italian mafia.

They provide serenity to my chaotic mind; I could sit under them and watch them glow in all their glory all night and day. Since birth, all I knew was this big lavish mansion. My mother passed away while I was still a baby, my dad never remarried so it was just him and I. My father was the chauffeur of the well-respected business tycoon Benjamin Fleming. He was a nobleman, always helped people who needed his help. He kind of kept me as his own when my father died in a car crash. He always told me how my dad took the hit of the crash to save his life. He paid for my education, got me admitted to the private school his son Zen Fleming goes to.

Craig glanced at Heather and asked, "What are you doing?" "We don't know if George really is back in his hometown. I'll ask Seth to investigate where he is. We won't be wasting time that way." "You know Seth?" Craig was surprised. He had heard of Seth's reputation. The latter was known for his arrogance. Even Jay had been rejected a few times when he'd tried to get to know him, so it was surprising that Heather knew him. "Seth and Tyrone are best friends. We've met each other a few times, and he even took me in as his godsister. He'll help us," Heather said without even raising her head.