Seth Rollins Height Novels & Stories

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.

“Are you okay?” “It feels… strange,” Heth said, standing on real legs. He was tall—six-two—with dirty blond hair and rippling muscles. The soul mark glowed across his forehead, matching ReNew’s. He was striking. “I feel weak,” he admitted. “It’s disorienting.” “Charlene said ReNew struggled with that too,” Seth said. “But when they touched, they could recharge.” So they did. Mark to mark. In that moment, power surged back into them.

Chase grumbles, moving as far over to the left side as he can. Seth steps back onto the scale and it doesn't drop at all. He's still one-ninety-one. "...weighing in at one-ninety-one still," the commentator says. "Which means Seth Marc has one hour to cut one pound." Is that even possible? He steps back into his shorts and the towel is dropped. The live stream forwards to Seth's second weigh-in. I slip my thumbnail into my mouth and chew it as the towel comes back out and Seth drops his shorts for a second time. I wait with bated breath as the scale dances. Moderators move into the frame of the camera to get a closer look. When they retreat, Seth smiles and steps back into his shorts. A numb

Seth said groaning as he fights to get back on his feet Steve runs at Seth who is not yet back on his feet, grips him by the collar, head butts him before giving him a powerful left jab on the chin. Seth’s falls back, Steve attempts to land another punch but Seth ducks his head to let the punch pass before crooking his arm to land a cross hook and a swing kick at Steve

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.

I was apparently the best on their list regardless of the shit they spoke about my weight. Guess the boys deserved to get their dicks measured. I had no qualms. I never thought I’d see proof of it. Seth was in the big leagues, he was biiigggg...the boy was strong and powerful, and his member was long and thick. And I kid you not, I would have thrown wads of cash flying on his bed if I carried some in my pocket. I watched him squeeze, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his eyes closed and face scrunched up, working towards his release.

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.

They opened up the doors for us and I got out. “Ethan! You bastard!” I winced as I pulled my duffle out of the back. Heath was racing down the steps. Sighing, I passed Sam her bag and swung the back shut. Bracing myself, Heath threw his arms around me and made me stumble back a bit. The man was large. He got his height from his mom and stood about 6’6”. Then, he was proportionally as bulky and muscular. I stood at 6’4” and I was on the leaner side. So when Heath came in for a hug, it was crushing. Especially when he was already beelining for me.

Married at eighteen to Seth, and in six years he had turned me into this — a neglected, horny mess with heavy swinging breasts, wide breeding hips, a plump soft belly, and a fat juicy ass that he now found repulsive. “Fuck… Sinclair… Cane…” I whispered breathlessly, imagining them as I fucked myself. Seth’s father in his early forties — tall, commanding, muscular. And Cane, his older brother, with that god-like body and the massive bulge I couldn’t stop staring at all evening.

Before I could pull away, he bent down, holding me by the legs and rising to his full height, taking me with him, still moving forward. 3 I screamed unbalanced when I lay on his shoulder. Seth was huge! Not that I was a short girl like Taylor -I made my good 5'7", but this guy was a giant and couldn't fight him. When the initial surprise calmed down I started to laugh at the absurdity of that and shouted "Cheater!", but that didn't seem to bother him in the slightest and everyone laughed when Seth left me on the line with a triumphant smile. I kept the ball in my hands.