Seth Rollins Ethnicity Novels & Stories

"I want you to accompany this old man fishing at Webster Lake. Maybe we'll get some white perch later." Kellan looked at Seth with a rather pleading face. Getting a visit from his family was a rare thing considering his son and grandson's status as leaders of the werewolf race. Kellan sulked a little with his facial mimic and smiled when Seth melted with his efforts. "Okay. I'll go change first." Five minutes later, Seth was greeted by Lola at the bottom of the stairs. His grandmother was holding lunch boxes for the two of them. Once Seth had reached the bottom step, he accepted the lunchbox from his grandmother.

she said, "to be accurate, not all sethians are from his line. He brought many new people into his fold long ago. But the majority is." When we continued to sit there with confused looks on our faces, she expelled a heavy sigh. "What I mean to say is that the majority of sethians carry his blood. They are literally related to him in some way. And it's possible, you see, because Gerard Hughes is over a thousand years old." "Freakin' fried filet of fish!" muttered Ruthie loudly.

And he was no longer hiding his relationship with Aretha, making Arla-Rosa wonder just how long the deception had stretched. Seth had moved in to the Santon family home since grandpa Robinson fell ill. The first reason was to watch Arla-Rosa closely. The second and most probably the most important reason was the lovebirds could not get enough of each other. That would be Seth Robinson and Aretha Santon. It was truly laughable how they were willing to exploit her and act as if their moral compass was top notch.

His eyes locked on me, coiled with a kind of quiet violence that made my pulse trip. Seth slipped in on the other side, a walking contrast. He hopped up onto the table like it was his personal throne, black joggers hanging low, loose Henley showcasing ropey forearms and those stupid leather bracelets he liked. His grin was pure trouble, knee bouncing, fingers drumming like he was tuned to a different beat than the rest of the world. Rory stayed where he was, tipping his head in a lazy greeting, smirk firmly in place. Easy. Relaxed. The eye of the hurricane—and the one probably steering the whole thing.

Chapter: 12 ******* Seth stood confidently in the center of an expansive hall, encircled by six distinguished tycoons clad in impeccable black suits. As his thriving business demanded, it was crucial for him to maintain their trust. Fresh consignments had recently arrived at the port, and as the sole distributor, Seth had convened this meeting with the six tycoons to communicate the precise arrival dates for each individual's shipment at their respective warehouses. Known for his unwavering control and intimidating presence as the Boss, Seth had always been meticulous in concealing any vulnerabilities, even from Andrew. Granting leverage to anyone was an unthinkable risk. The only individual

he exclaimed now standing and making his point across. Mikaella also stood up her seething anger threatening to explode from within her. They exchanged glances as if ready to have an epic showdown before the door slightly opened.... Seth came in clutching his small backpack, dressed in his school uniform and ran to his mother. "Mommy! Mommy! I have something for you," Seth said his back now facing Roman who at the same time seemed shocked by his presence. Mikaella looked down at Seth then at Roman and she realized these two were truly a like. She now reached down taking Seth in his arms.

Seth said with smile “Seth is that you?” she ask trying to get up “Easy there Tiger” he said keeping a soft pillow behind her “I want to hold her” “Here you go” Steve is filled with jealousy watching his best friend become a father. He leaves the house “So what do we call her?” she ask “I think Selena is a good name. What do you think?" “I like it. Welcome home Selena” she grins Seth kisses her on the forehead as tears roll down his cheek “Thank you Helen. I love you” ********

Linea had given Lyra water, but the baby was still crying. Linea, while holding Lyra, approached Seth, who was struggling with some files in front of him. Don't ask Seth what he does for a living. All jobs are a cover for him to live on the move and disguise himself. He was one of the unwanted races among his fellow races. Rogues were considered destroyers and bullies. And that was the truth. However, Seth is different from the others. He is not an ordinary rogue but a descendant of a wizard who will not bother others except for something important to him.

Karina grinned. “What about you?” She pointed at him. “Seth Barnett—the grandson of the revered Barnett family.” She raised a brow. “You didn't tell me about that.” “Ahh… about that.” Seth stretched his arms. “I couldn't tell anyone back then. I wasn't supposed to talk about it while studying… sorry.” “You don't have to apologize for that,” Karina dismissed. “How's your progress with… her?” Seth immediately choked on his drink, his ears turning red.

As an afterthought, I picked up a small red couch pillow and rested it on my lower side, huffing in annoyance when the pillow couldn't even stay balanced on it, without me holding a hand on it. "So what is the matter? You had mentioned that there was an attack…" I asked Seth immediately he settled down on one of the sofas. "Where is Roland?" I asked, wondering why my beta wasn't here, or hadn't known of the said attack. Was he already asleep? I thought, not actually blaming him. He had a mate to go home to. Something I had now, but won't acknowledge for the fear of losing myself. "Last I saw him, he was escorting the slave boy to the slave quarters after entertaining the boy at his home. He