Seth Rollins Hair Novels & Stories

I stared at him, then smiled faintly. Seth looked at me intently, his eyes scanning my face without moving. He sighed softly. His hand brushed the hair at the edge of my face, tucking it into my ear attentively. I gasped and almost backed away in surprise at what Seth was doing. I awkwardly looked the other way while fixing my hair. "M-my hair is a bit messy, huh? You don't need to help me like that. Just tell me, and I'll tidy it up." my mouth couldn't stop talking because suddenly my heart was pounding, and my face heated up because of what Seth did.

replied Rose. “Okay, first of all, stop saying that you are not Woolridge. You were a Woolridge before them. You are the Woolridge Princess. They are the ones who just adopted that name. They are Hewitt, you are Woolridge, own it! And stop talking nonsense!” snapped Seth.

"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'

This was exactly the sort of distraction I was hoping for. He led me to a sofa and helped me seat down, his hand positioning me the way he wanted before he crouched in front of me. "Let me do something with your hair. I hope you'll be comfortable sitting for a long time" he asked, his gaze intense on mine. I chuckled nervously. "I'm a business tycoon Seth Rodriguez, and that entails hours of sitting at a desk, so yeah, this is going to be a piece of cake. Seth nodded, then his fingers trailed through my hair before he proceeded to park it up and hold it with the band that had been on his wrist. He let some hair tendrils fall at the side of my face, his thumb and forefinger lingering against

The way her name rolled on his tongue made her tummy tickle. “Uh..thanks, you're not bad either..” Seth leaned forward a bit just staring into her eyes, when she tried to look away, he reached for her chin and held it to stop her from looking away. “Look me in the eyes whenever you're talking to me it's enough to hypnotize me into accepting your demand..” Olivia couldn't help but chuckle, just who the hell is Seth Rollins? She made a mental note to search him up after dinner. He doesn't seem like any ordinary man to her since they came in a luxurious car.

Seth asked then, looking up at Shiloh. “A little, but I want to see the flowers.” Seth smiled widely, “Mom taught me to put hair in a ponytail, you sit on the chair, let me put your hair in a ponytail!” Shiloh nodded. They walked to the park and sat on a bench. Shiloh gave him the hair ties he always carried in the pocket of his hospital gown. Seth stood on the chair and started to tie Shiloh's hair from the back, his little hands trying to gather the thick hair.

"Seth," She gulped after the name departed her lips. Seth stood there, wearing only tight black jeans and leaving his upper body bare for eyes to feed and letting it drip with sweat. Gwen noticed his hair had gotten longer, the tips were brushing on his shoulders, and strands of hair on his forehead, and she could now finally make out the tattoos and know where they ended or were located. She noticed his toned stomach, and his abs that made her hands itchy to gild her palm down and feel them as she pleased, but she held back her urge and stayed gazing into his eyes that somehow reflected the night over her head.

“Trying to be what my parents wanted. I don’t know if I can… but I want to try.” “Then let’s do it.” Heth, always the quiet one—the shy spirit within Seth—preferred silence. But he knew a storm was coming. And Seth was going to need him. “Charlene said she called for ReNew,” Seth recalled. “Why don’t you try that?” Seth took a deep breath. “Come forth… HETH!” With a burst of blinding light, Heth appeared. The flashbang left an echo in the room. “That was awesome!” Seth said, stunned. “Are you okay?”

You know, totally not picking it on purpose or anything. She tiptoed past Karen's room like she was in some cheesy teen movie, trying not to giggle at how ridiculous this whole thing was. But then she stepped onto the balcony and – oh. Seth was already there, and holy crap. How did he make gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt look like that? His hair was all messed up, like he'd been running his hands through it while thinking about something, and seriously, it should be illegal for someone to look that good at whatever ridiculous hour this was.

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