Seth Rollins Hair Novels & Stories

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!'

said Seth, running his hand though his hair and unintentionally flexing the muscles of his arm and shoulders. I looked at all three of the fully. They were identical, but each with their own significant quirks that made them completely different. Seth with his long hair and calm, friendly demeanour. Scott with hair chopped so low that the angles of his face were much sharper and severe. Shaun with his hair that had been shaved by the sides, leaving only the portion at the middle growing. They all possessed green eyes, and the same leanly muscled body type, but nothing about them was the similar.

“Thank you.” Seth tries to dust off the pecks of sand in his hair but it was everywhere. His only option was to take off his top but then he'd freeze to death. He sends Arian a knowing look, goodness he couldn't even shoot that bastard even if he felt like he wanted to. His eyes flickered to Thea who was staring at him. Her eyes moved from his eyes to his hair, holding back her laughter. “What is it?” Seth asked, eyes wide open in concern.

“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.

The town’s boxing gym smells like sweat and despair all at once. Kieran can’t help but wrinkle his nose as he grabs a pair of boxing gloves at the side and turns to Seth, who sports a bored expression, staring back at Kieran with an impassive face that irks Kieran more than he likes to admit. He hates the fact that he can’t read the silver-haired male. He tosses the gloves at him. “Get those on.” Seth blinks as he catches the gloves before they hit his chest, then he tilts his head; his silver hair falls over his eye. Kieran painfully realizes that his hair has overgrown in just a couple of days. “What do you want, Kieran?”

Trying to surpress a giggle, I answered “Come in” Kain was still kissing my neck when the door opened and Seth peeked in. Seth was handsome, in his own way. With long blond hair with he kept in a bun atop his head, gleaming brown eyes, a pierced lip and numerous tattoos littered all over his skin. He definitely attracted female eyes and behind his bad boy exterior, he was a real sweetheart, but a pain in the ass sometimes. But I liked him. He was fun and very amusing. He groaned when he saw us “I did not need to see that”

I was meant to die, and they despise me for it, they’re bitter, because my promised one has come to greet me. Seth is so much bigger and taller than I thought he would be, broad-shouldered, with alabaster skin and black hair. His eyes are dark orange and I’m mesmerized because I’ve never seen a color like it. He is wearing casual clothes, a polo, and long brown pants because he wouldn’t be busy today. But his frown plastered over his face shows he was so worried about me. I flashed my fangs, victorious because I had won. He takes my hand and everyone watches as he is forced to get down on one knee and kiss the hand of the woman he failed to kill.

I could not even imagine the amount of pain that Harry would have gotten. “You don’t raise your voice at me, Harrieta. You know that, right?” Seth’s green eyes burnt with a maddening look as he grabbed Harry by his hair and threw his head back. He had gone from playful to furious within one second. Harry shivered on the ground on his knees, his face red. “Sorry.” Seth scoffed, his eyes now found mine. A dreadful chill spread through me immediately. I could barely think anything because the look in his eyes, I had never seen anyone else have such stare ever before.

Since we entered this place, he had tried to claw his way out twice. “What’s with the mood?” Seth chuckled, stepping out onto the balcony and leaning on the railings. “Not so fond of Seve?” Cursing, I tossed back my whiskey, grabbed the bottle from the floor, and refilled my glass. “You were watching.” “Of course I was,” Seth said, snatching the bottle from me and filling his glass. Wearing all-black attire with gold embroidery, Seth’s stature resembled that of a king. Noticing his tights, I smiled to myself. At least I am not alone in this ridiculous clothing.

"Come here." Josephine paused. She was just about to push herself up from the ground when he said, "Crawl to me." Her pupils shrank, and she looked at him in disbelief. Seth tilted his head slightly, his wavy hair cascading down all over his face. With a crown on his head, a smile on his lips, and that white suit adorning his figure, he resembled a prince brought to life from an oil painting. His angelic face that concealed the darkest and most violent demons underneath was, undoubtedly, the most truthful embodiment of the fact that looks were deceiving.