Seth Rollins Hair Novels & Stories

He'd looked hurt, and it killed me when I went to bed. The next day during lunchtime, I'd spotted him with his teammates. His dark brown hair was tousled, a few unruly locks swept on his forehead that were soft and smelled like cedar and woodsy with a twinge of refreshing peppermint. I knew that because I'd spent the night, running my fingers through his hair and smelling it. The next day, I'd sneaked into his bathroom to check the shampoo label and bought the exact bottle just so I could keep it and sniff it occasionally. Seth was just really really good-looking with his strong jawline, kissable lips, a goofy grin, and a rocking hot body, the female species threw at him in abundance. Every

Then something slams against the door. Seth pauses. “…Is that—” The doorknob rattles. “HE’S BACK? ALEX? ALEX, OPEN THIS DOOR… I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE…” Seth’s face drops into the pillow. “Oh God.” Before either of us can say anything, the door swings open like Jordan kicked it. “DUDE… HOLY SHIT… YOU’RE BACK…” He spills into the room wearing a mismatched outfit, hair sticking up in five different directions like he didn’t bother with a mirror. He stops dead when he sees the bed. When he sees me in it and when he sees Seth half on top of me.

"Beth, you'll want to braid your hair or it'll be a rat's nest when you arrive." The young blonde quickly braided her hair, tied it with a thin leather strap, and put on the necklace Seth handed her. He dropped to all fours and she climbed up awkwardly onto his back. "I'll be back soon," Seth said, then leapt into to the air, flapped his wings and was gone.

He began to calm down but before he could speak, Ronan appears beside us in a screeching halt; panting and shirt worn halfway down his body. 'He must've rushed down while changing. It's obvious from his slightly damp hair that had also taken a shower.' "Seth! Are you okay? What happened? I heard screaming," Ronan fixed his shirt then sat down by Seth's feet. Seth nodded, "I-I'm okay," He closed his eyes while Ronan and I sighed in relief, "Wha-What happened?" Ronan and I exchanged glances, "You don't remember?" Seth shook his head and immediately groaned in pain, his hand flying up to his head, "Shouldn't have done that," He muttered lowly.

He's so stunning he makes me want to hide because our level of beauty isn't the same. I swallow thickly as Seth steps forward and reaches for my ponytail. He admires my messy hair, combing his fingers through the strands before digging them under my hair-tie. I close my eyes, expecting it to hurt, expecting my edges to pull sharply, but he removes it without causing any pain. My locks fall down my back and I open my eyes. Tossing my hair-tie away, he grabs my hair and pulls it over my shoulder, admiring it some more. He still smells good, like a humid summer forest above a delightful and aromatic orange grove.

he said, turning to face Linda who stared at him in shock. Roland faced Linda as well and went down on his knees. His voice broke as he spoke. "I'm sorry, Linda. I shouldn't have disrespected and insulted you. I'm really sorry." Linda nodded, the shock still evident on her face as her main focus was on Seth. Seth clapped Roland on the shoulder. "Good boy," he smiled. "Now scram!" he snapped. Roland scrambled to his feet and rushed out of the office. Seth turned to face everyone, who were staring at him in shock. "What?" he walked to take a seat. "Haven't you guys seen someone who lost a tooth before?" he chuckled and sat down.

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.”

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.

I say, but it wasn't okay; the line between the lines of friendship was so blurry, I didn't know what to think of it anymore. ~ I waited eagerly for Rollins. I felt bad for refusing him these past days, and when he walked in, my chest tightened, like I was temporarily unable to breathe. He was in a white long-sleeved shirt that he had folded the sleeves, the top buttons were left open, his hair wasn't gelled back like it always used to be, it was like he spent his time passing his hands through his hair, again and again and again in that beautiful long, thick black hair. He looked sexy.

Willow POV “Well, well, look what we have here.” I jump and turn around just as Seth, the Alpha King's son (my half-brother), moves across the kitchen toward me. He looks at me with a sinister smirk on his lips. Seth is 17 and will be taking over the Alpha position in 4 years. Even though he has yet to finish growing, he is already well over six feet and has very protruding muscles. He favors our father very much. He has the same dark midnight black hair and eyes so dark brown they can look black in certain light. As he crosses towards me, I take in his attire. He is in black sweatpants with no top, giving a full display of his protruding muscles and washboard abs.