Seth Rollins Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Well I know it is. I finally got a closer look at Seth's dad. They had similar face shape, same hair and same blue eyes. He was bulky, tall and handsome but Seth was slimmer but lean. Seth's dad was taller than the man that accompanied him. He wore a black T-shirt with black jeans and a brown coat with brown shoes. His hair was a bit messy but in a neat way.

Goddess, how I hated dresses. "Look, you don't have to say anything other than give your blessing after they give their vows," Seth said quietly as he rubbed the bare spot on my upper back, sending relaxing tingles throughout my body. I turned around to look into Seth's eyes, but I couldn't help but look him up and down instead. He was dressed in matching midnight blue dress slacks, a white button-down shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a dark blue tie that matched his slacks. Damn, did he clean up good.

The fabric envelops me and I melt into its warmth, into its crisp citrus and sandalwood scents. "I saw him follow you out here," Seth says, rolling up the sleeves of his fitted, black formal shirt. Each twist of the fabric reveals an inch of, perfect ropy muscle. It's mesmerizing. Everything about him is mesmerizing. "I saw him staring at you all afternoon, pining like an idiot." With his shirt rolled tight to his elbows, Seth circles me. He grabs the base of the swing and my breath hitches. I cling to the ropes, holding tightly as he pulls me back. His warm breath blows in my hair, shooting thunderbolts down my spine.

She kept patting my back until I was better. “What's your plan, Michelle?” I panicked. “If it's not airtight, I'm marrying that old king.” “I won't sit and watch you get deflowered by an old man.” Michelle rolled her eyes. “It has to be someone agile. Some tall random guy that'd take your breath away.” “Can we just focus on getting me somewhere else rather than getting me disvirgined?” I asked, feeling a little irritated. “Okay, so there's someone in Clawstone, his name is Seth, and he should have resumed, but he doesn't want to. His parents think he has, but he's off somewhere, having fun with a guy that I know nothing of.” Michelle said.

Oh well, it's best not to dwell on it now because I need to finish up before he comes banging the door down for taking too long. Finishing up my hair and heading back to my closet to get my tennis shoes, the door burst open with my brother Seth in the doorway with a stupid grin on his face. God I would love to just smack that smile right off his face. He stands about 6"4" compare to my 5"4". He has short white blonde hair, blueish grey eyes, with a light tan skin. He was only wearing a pair of grey sweat pant with no shirt on. To show off to the she wolfs his muscle chest that they can't seem to get enough looking at it. He knows how much that annoys me. Those females are only after the idea

“They have to pass immigration screenings. I might fudge numbers and details a little, but anyone with a history will get flagged and stopped. No problem.” Eva nodded. “If you say so, I believe you.” Seth leaned back, scrolling past another Eastern European trying to look sexy in a red teddy. He wore a dirty concert shirt she didn’t recognize and baggy sweatpants. The tiny shape of his hard cock was visible, and she fought the urge to grit her teeth. “Come here, baby. Sit on my lap a second,” he said, extending a hand dusted with orange cheese puff crumbs. “I thought you had work to do. I have dishes.”

However, Seth didn't seem inclined to introduce me to everyone and instead allowed Nola to cling to him like a slimy creature. "Wesley, who is this?" One of them finally spoke up. "This is Miss Lorena Jones, Seth's mate," Wesley immediately assumed the role of a mediator and started introducing us to each other, "This is Shawn Ortiz, and this is Erik Morris, both of them are Seth's childhood friends." Well, I seem to have stumbled into the circle of a wealthy gentleman. "Shana, long time no see," the man called Erik greeted Shana, but she just nodded with a calm expression.

Seth called the don's name to get his attention, and he immediately responded and looked at him. “Pagbabayaran mo ang pang-iinsultong ginawa mo sa lahi ko. Putang ina mong hayop ka! (You will pay a big price for insulting my race. You son of a bitch!)” Seth was furious as he cursed Don Fabio. Don Fabio stares at Seth as the young man prepares to leave, unsure of what will happen next. Seth simply smiled at the clueless and arrogant old man before turning his back and walking away, but before he could get far, Don Fabio abruptly stood up from his seat.

"He is worse than a gold digger. It's sickening acting all nice around him when in reality, I want to punch and beat him up until he bleeds." "I can help you with that." Seth offered and Aiden facepalmed. Samantha laughed. "Why do you hate Roland so much though? You talk and act like you're the one he hurt." she looked at him with a suspicious expression on her face. Seth cleared his throat, not knowing what to say. He looked at Linda, who seemed curious as well and quickly looked away. Aiden just shook his head and sat down. "I know what's going on here." he spoke up, but Seth threw a glare his way. "Seth is actually..." he trailed, looking at Seth and daring him to glare again. Seth gave h

A dishonorable participant. For all that Seth had done throughout his years to prepare us, he himself was nearly cheated of the opportunity to claim that he had worked with an honorable victor. Nearly, yes. Kira had defeated Gowan. But Seth’s prejudice there ran deep. He wanted no alterations; no funny business. I wondered vaguely if Seth would have truly supported Ethan had he actually challenged for Beta rather than having Kira in his place. Because as far as Seth was concerned, Kira was completely normal. Her pink eyes showed no signs of change. I swallowed. This is what Deidre had wanted me to see.