Cameron Table Ethan Allen Novels & Stories

, she blurted out. “Please I’m really not in the mood for this and I’ll really appreciate it if you could get lost and get lost now!”, I uttured losing it already. It was really hard trying to hold it in when there’s a lot of timers around you trying to blow up the bomb within me anytime. “I just came to tell you that you can just either pick between jothan or Phil or even Harvey. You can even have all the men in the company just leave Damon alone”, she said sternly and walked away with all seriousness.

"I thought you would've chosen Mean Girls instead." I chuckled, and shrugged my shoulders. "Well Channing Tatum and Dave Franco are in these movies. They're amazingly hot!" A deep growl rumbled through his chest and that caused me to laugh hysterically. "You're cute when you get jealous." I pinched his cheeks but he pulled away. "Okay, love birds. The movie is starting. So shut up!" Daniel yelled towards us. Aaron didn't take that lightly because he tried to get up but I pulled him down.

“Oh, you love seeing me blushed and bothered, don’t you?” “I do, indeed, Miss Westwood; it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. See you this evening?” I ask, knowing full well that I need to ask Elena to play babysitter yet again, not that Ethan would mind at all. “I’ll be waiting,” she answers breathlessly, then ends the call. I put my cellphone on the couch next to me and hang my head in my hands as the grin on my face refuses to let up. Cameron is in love with me as well; she feels the same, and tonight I will have the chance to look into her eyes as she tells me.

Damon walked to the door, a mocking smile on his lips. I sat up in bed and walked over to him. "Let him in," I said softly. "It's time for the show to begin." The moment the door flew open, Ethan stormed in, flanked by the Elders. His eyes landed on me—my messy hair, the way I stood beside Damon—and they turned bloodshot with rage. "Elara! Get away from him! That bastard—" His words choked in his throat. His gaze locked on my neck. On the raw, crimson mark marring my skin.

I leaned in, brushing my lips just near his ear. “Or are you just horny, Leon?” His breathing hitched. I smirked, stepping back slowly. “I’m not some trophy to tame. If you want sex… ask nicely.” Then I turned and walked away, hips swaying, leaving him speechless and embarrassingly hard in a blood-splattered room. ETHAN'S POV The party at the Bellemont was a calculated move. Investors needed reassurance, especially after Cameron's sudden arrest. The press was already circling like vultures, whispering about connections to laundering and the growing pressure on my empire.

Ryan watches the room like he's still on security duty, and Mike leans against the wall with the deeply satisfied expression of an older brother who already knows this moment will provide endless ammunition. Camden, meanwhile, looks unimpressed. "So," he says while squinting at Aiden, "this is it? This is the big deal everyone's freaking out about?" The room freezes for half a second. Then Hunter bursts out laughing. "Oh buddy," he says, clapping Camden on the shoulder. "You're adorable." Ethan snorts. "Yeah. Give it a year." Camden frowns. "What? She's just my sister." Ryan finally turns toward him, one eyebrow raised.

Nathan: I watched as Katerina entered the house after her conversation with mom. Her eyes were fixed on the ground as she avoided looking at anyone. Her curly hair covering her face, not revealing her expression. My beta and best friend, Carter, walked up to me with a glass of whiskey in his hand “loosen up, it’s your wedding ceremony” “Shut up before I rip that tongue out of your throat” I said, taking the glass from him. I took a sip from the glass before placing it on the arm rest, running my finger over the top of it as I looked at the dancing crowd.

“I can still put you on your backside without breaking a sweat.” The three of them had been so busy laughing that for a moment, they didn’t notice Jag and Kal enter the room, solemn frowns shadowing their features. Camille’s heart plummeted into her stomach like a pebble falling into a churning swell of choppy ocean. The pair didn’t need to say anything. Camille could feel their emotions. She could tell what this was about. Nathan. “Ah gentleman,” Sia’s feline yellow eyes clapped sight of their visitors. “Have you come to join us?”

I shouted his name once more, trying to get his attention. "Annie, what are you looking for?" Damon responded, his voice barely a whisper. He kept fucking Cassandra until he saw me again, and knew I was actually the one standing before him. "Then, tell me what it is you want from me." For a moment, he stopped and wrapped himself in a towel, drawing back a bit behind the bedrails. "Really?" I snapped. "Shut up!" Cassandra bellowed, staring at me with jealous eyes. "He's not going to fall in love with an ugly poor young ass like you... so, help us shut the door behind you immediately."

I visibly shrank away from him and Damon leaned forward as if trying to put himself in front of me. “My dear Lucea,” Jackson said as he stood behind Calvin. “Gamma O’Leary,” Robins said as he looked confused, “what is the meaning of your interruption?” “I’ve come to take my wife home,” he said and my eyes widened at the mention of his title. “You won’t touch her,” Damon said as he looked at him. “Where’s my son you bitch?” he asked her as I started hyperventilating and Damon jumped up and slid across the table.