Seth Rollins Meme Novels & Stories

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.

"I'm sorry... forget it." "Which part should I forget? That I'm a funny guy and lonely people are lucky to have me?" Seth placed his head over his right arm that was on the table, "Then Mr. Salvians... can I be your funny guy?" he stared him, straight in the eye. Smiling sweetly. Cade almost spits his coffee; Seth was proactive in his flirting not wasting a second to throw a line or two. "Hahaha... Is Mr. Lacklored willing to be my friend? Then who am I to refuse a friendship?"

“Your handwriting’s more depressing than my drawing. These should cheer you up.” Jordan groans. “You’re such a menace.” “Thank you.” I pull my attention from my notes. “You two are like children.” Seth looks at me with mock offense. “Excuse me, I’m a scholar.” Jordan nods. “A scholar who can’t read right-side up.” Seth flicks the flashcard at him. It misses and lands on my lap. I glance down to see it’s a stick figure holding a sword labeled ‘me vs exams.’

"What?" "Lumping me up with everyone else now?" Seth asked as his lips slowly formed a coy smile. I couldn't help but smile as I rolled my eyes. After everything that's been going on, I enjoyed the humor. "Oh, shut up. Next thing you know, you're going to tell me you can't see when someone is mind linking."

Seth took a deep breath and then whispered. “I’m glad you’re still alive, Uncle,” Seth whispered. “What are you whispering there, Seth?” Simon asked, annoyed. “It’s nothing, Uncle,” Seth said, smiling. “How are you feeling?” Luna asked. “I’m fine,” Simon said, smiling. “I told you, Uncle is a weed. He won’t die yet. You two are just overreacting earlier.” said Seth. “Hey, Seth, who cried like a cow before? Aren’t you?” said Ella.

He felt eternally grateful to West for going out of his way to warn him of an impending danger when he just lost his wife, how hurt he would be. “I would make sure that we find this killer and do terrible things to him that only the thought of it would make the devil weep.” Seth said. “I believe we have a common enemy. I might as we’ll share my memories with you.” West said. He was going to show Seth everything that he remembered from Adrian’s drawings. Every detail should mean something to Seth since he was the main target. He held Seth’s right hand and placed his other hand in Seth’s forehead and chanted a short spell. In spirit seconds, Seth received all of West’s memories about the visio

Seth returned with my cup of ice cream, and sat beside me, placing my feet on his leg and softly rubbing it. I moaned softly as the ice cream melted in my mouth, completely ignoring the idiots that were still arguing about who was going to help my son kill his first person and Seth scoffed, entering the conversation. "None of you are going to be teaching my son anything because I'm not dead. I will teach him because we all know I would destroy both of you in a fight." Seth smirked and sat up smugly, while the two other fools shared a look. Then they burst into laughter.

As an afterthought, I picked up a small red couch pillow and rested it on my lower side, huffing in annoyance when the pillow couldn't even stay balanced on it, without me holding a hand on it. "So what is the matter? You had mentioned that there was an attack…" I asked Seth immediately he settled down on one of the sofas. "Where is Roland?" I asked, wondering why my beta wasn't here, or hadn't known of the said attack. Was he already asleep? I thought, not actually blaming him. He had a mate to go home to. Something I had now, but won't acknowledge for the fear of losing myself. "Last I saw him, he was escorting the slave boy to the slave quarters after entertaining the boy at his home. He

Nia stops us a little past the action and turns to watch. I frown at her. She shrugs. “I’m not into monster trucks, but I dig wrestling.” The brawl rages until Seth Rosser jogs over from the far side of the cavern, wades into the melee, and starts tossing bodies into three piles. An older, drunken male, more wolf than male, refuses to stay where he’s thrown, so Seth lifts him by the back of his overalls, grabs another male, knocks their heads together, and drops their limp carcasses back where he’d put them.

“Honey, I lost my memories. I forgot what sleeping with someone is like. Won’t you help me get those memories back?” Seth swallowed. When he spoke again, his voice was husky. “Annie, stop messing around.” I simply went ahead and pounced on him. He fell back onto the couch. Seth struggled for a couple of seconds before flipping us over, putting me on my back beneath him. From that evening until deep in the night, Seth was like a starving wolf, acting on his hunger again and again without ever having his fill. I was so tired that I practically fainted.