Seth Rollins Ethnicity の小説・ストーリー

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.

When it comes to his profession, Seth can talk non-stop. It was his gasoline, his engine, his food, his heart, and his soul. The only light in the dark. Fashion design was his baby. "Shall we begin, Mr. Salvians?" a soft and sweet smile flashed on his face yet he exudes a bold aura ready to fight whoever was on his way. Seth was unlike any other typical omega, he knew what he wants, he will fight for what he wanted and he will strive to get what he wants even if it means clashing with an alpha.

“That’s what I want to know as well. Seth’s DNA was compared to my grandfather’s, and results show he’s related to the Hoffman family!” “What?” Noelle was stunned. “You’re saying that Seth is a member of the Hoffman family despite not being your child? How’s that even possible?”

I heard a door open in one of the rooms and footsteps approaching us. "Raynel, please stop yelling! I'm getting headaches from your voice." Seth's voice echoed down the stairs as he rubbed his wet hair with a piece of cloth to dry it. I'm guessing he just took a bath. He's only wearing color gray sweatpants, and water droplets are still dripping down his broad bare chest to his six fully pack abs. My gaze is drawn to him and wanders to his Greek god body. 'Damn Isla! Please stop drooling over him! It's not like you've never seen a body like this before, you've seen better!'

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

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.

LENNOX Seth absentmindedly scratches his unshaven jaw, sweat glistening on his golden-brown skin. A small scar lies beneath his eye, and his slightly crooked nose bears the evidence of a past boxing injury. Davin shares similar marks. Security personnel often joke that no matter how many punches they've taken in their professional boxing careers, they will always be good-looking. "I was deliberately censoring myself," Seth clarifies. "I didn't want to mention anything inappropriate about a teenage girl, you know?"