Seth Rollins Ethnicity Novels & Stories

“I don't think so. But I happened to be present at your wedding anniversary last night..” Olivia's face fell at the mention of last night, she brushed her hair behind her left ear and cleared her throat. “I found it very interesting. I'm Seth. Seth Rollins, not a wrestler by the way..” He chuckled lightly at the end of his words. Olivia's gaze landed on his palm outstretched to her, she hesitated for a second before accepting it. “Olivia Ash-“ She paused and Seth smiled meaningfully catching up to her mistake.

“You’re an angel.” Sitting in front of the fire, Seth had the look of a mythical creature, with the flames dancing across his sharply cut features. He tended to wear his hair short like he had in the Marines, and it only emphasized his strong jaw and cheekbones. Once Rose had joked that she could cut diamonds on his cheekbones, and to her immense amusement, he’d blushed redder than she’d ever seen on a man who’d once been in the military and had fought overseas. Callie, Rose’s black German shepherd, lay down on her feet, her tail wagging and brushing the backs of Rose’s calves. Rose leaned down to stroke the dog’s silky head.

Oh Alessandro. "What about Alessandro?" She asked. Sighing, Seth stand on his feet. "Seth?" "He doesn't go by that name anymore." She arched her brow. "Why?" "His name is East" "East?" Seth nods. "Why did he change his name? I named him after my father. " Seth s scoffed a bit. "you are the reason he changed it." She arched her brows. "He hates the name because you gave him the name. He hates you so much"

he murmured, his voice low and gaze soft with sincerity, but Rey still didn't trust him; she would never make the mistake of trusting his kind. She said nothing. Taking her silence as permission, he went on, "I'm Seth, by the way, and you must be Reylin." "Rey," she corrected coldly, and he nodded. "Of course," he responded quickly, his gaze flickering briefly over to a sleeping Beau behind her before they settled on her. "I know you don't trust me, and frankly, you have no reason to, but I want to help you," he said finally, and she stared at him for a brief moment.

Meanwhile, I and Frey suddenly felt shy about the choice of outfit we have chosen for the occasion. “Seth, Darling, you’re here. We can start.” Gran set the drinks on the table. “Grandma?” I asked both of them. “Yes. Didn’t he mention it? I believe you are classmates in one of your subjects.” Gran took the seat beside me and Seth took the one in front of me. “He didn’t. But now I know why he won’t shake my hand.” I looked at Seth sternly. Of course. Seth Ravens, the new guy with an overflowing sex appeal is the grandson of Lilith, which makes him a succubus. If he touched my hand earlier, it would make me fall head over heels with him.

The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for Darlyn's response, anticipating the explosive confrontation that was about to unfold. Darlyn's voice trembled with a mix of rage and desperation as she lashed out at Seth. "You're lying! How dare you make such a claim? You know nothing, Seth! You’re just a kid!” Seth remained steadfast, his voice steady and resolute. "I wish I was lying, big sister. But the truth cannot be concealed any longer. The father of your child is Donovan Rossi! Big brother’s father! I saw you! You had a sexual relationship with him! I saw it with both of my eyes!”

I cannot fight this battle tonight, and I must trust the Northside Triad to protect my territory and rescue my doctor. Seth slowly steps away from the leather couch, and his hazel eyes are completely dark with the promise of imminent violence. He reaches out and gently cups the back of my neck, making sure his large fingers carefully avoid the thick white bandage covering his permanent bite mark. He presses his warm forehead directly against mine for a brief second, allowing me to inhale a very deep breath of his grounding tobacco scent before he pulls away to prepare for the violent mission. "I will absolutely bring your doctor back to this estate alive, Beau, and I promise you that Vincent

He looks more furious than that. “Uncle, what the heck are you doing?” Seth snarled at his uncle with his hand on his chest, trying to calm himself from shock at the scene he witnessed. His uncle Simon is wearing all black, which makes him look like a ninja without a mask. He also has long, shoulder-length hair like a teen girl, a mustache, and a beard that hasn’t been shaved for ages. “What do you think I’m doing? Playing?” Simon said, annoyed by Seth’s sudden appearance. “Go pick up that chair and put it under me. I’m going to get off.”

"Easy, father." The man said, easing his father away. I took a good look at them both. Seth was by no means ugly, though his personality was trifling. He and his son were the same height, standing around 6'4. Seth was a bit leaner than his son. He had fluffy black hair that was gelled back in a stylish way. Strong jaw, sharp nose, and brown eyes hidden beneath thick brows. He definitely seemed a bit more old fashioned, whereas his son truly embraced today's vibe. His hair is a dark chestnut color that falls elegantly down and around his shoulders, resting against his pecks. His features were just as sharp as his father's, though his eyes were hazel and not brown. He was definitely his daddy'