Seth Rollins Hair の小説・ストーリー

Seth really did change, he looked so much younger, but his eyes - much like Seth' - have seen many years, he is anything but young. "You should get dressed, Adom. The meeti-" he stopped. Seth gave Adom a look that said 'really?' Adom had roll his eyes and go inside to change his cloths and after 10 minutes he came back , changing into dark blue jeans, with a dark purple vest on top of a black button shirt. His hair got styled up, and even though Alexnadra really loved to see him without it, it felt good to see the Adom he fell in love with.

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 stares at my hair for an extended moment, as if it's something entirely new. "My hair has been blue for two weeks," I remind him, pushing back the electric-blue strands from my face. I desired a change. Now I only have one barbell in my eyebrow, and I've added a small hoop earring. "I got that, thanks," he replies, licking his lips and taking a sip of his hot tea. I laugh, my smile widening. Seth spreads cream cheese on his bagel using a plastic knife. "Can someone explain why there's a production meeting for We Are Rees if filming doesn't start until next January?" He licks his thumb.

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.”

he asked Izzy as he handed her his shirt. The first time I saw Seth, I thought that he was a good-looking man, but now he was somehow even more attractive with his rough-around-the-edge appearance. His light brown hair was a little shaggier, and his beard was a little longer than when I first met him. Plus, you know, he wasn't wearing a shirt.

He was as tall as Aaron, so I guessed he should be about 6"3 feets. I scoffed, and wrapped my arms around my chest. "See, cause I needed to work with you, doesn't mean I'll do anything to achieve that. There's no doubt you've come in here to taste my body. Dude, go to your harlots!" "Excuse me?" He took a step close, scrunched his nose as if he was irritated. "Do you know who you're speaking with? I'm Seth, the man with so many principles. And, for your info, you're not even close to being my type."

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.