Choose Me Ayla And Ethan Novels & Stories

Ethan said suddenly and Dylan turned to him, his eyes flashing with curiosity. Dylan scoffed inwardly, his grip tight on the steering wheel. So Ethan had actually known someone they could reach out to, and only just decided to reveal it? He knew that Ethan didn’t trust him and neither does he, but for Scarlett’s sake, he hoped that they could put their differences aside to find her. “It’s Alaric,” Ethan revealed. “We should probably drop by his place and find out what he knows.” Dylan wondered why he didn’t think of Alaric before. How could he have forgotten how close they were?

The two men exchanged glances and then stared at Ethan in disbelief. Ethan was very thin, even thinner than in the photo Gio had received. He was only wearing simple clothes and did not look like someone who could fight them. Gio and Calvin looked at each other, feeling completely toyed with by Rain. But they couldn't back out now; they had to do their job because they had received such a large payment. Gio took a deep breath, then walked toward Ethan, followed by several of his men. “Ethan, you have to come with us right now,” he said firmly.

“Calloway Heiress Alive.” I read the headline four times before the words rearranged themselves into something my brain could process. Then I saw the photograph beneath it Lyra, unmistakably Lyra, sitting beside Ethan Vance in a studio I didn't recognise, wearing an expression so composed, so utterly unbothered, that for one disorienting moment I thought it had to be doctored.

He matched up to me, pulling me as gently as possible to his side. Again, I closed my eyes, savouring the feeling that went through my veins as he touched me. ‘Now is not the bloody time Anya’ I scolded myself, forcing my eyes to stay open as they threatened to roll back from pleasure. “I would talk to that unpleasant looking Oaf however I want and there is nothing you can do about it” Ethan sneered, dropping the act completely. It seemed to go silent for a while, the mocking in his voice did not in anyway go unnoticed by anyone. “Ethan!! you are ruining things!!!” Esme yelled, the panic in her voice could not be mistaken.

Just enough for something in my chest to tighten without permission. That reaction was not nothing. “Ayla,” I called, my voice sharper now, more alert, my attention splitting between the two of them, “do you know him?” “Yes,” she said immediately, her answer coming too fast, too certain, her eyes still refusing to leave his face like she was afraid he would disappear if she blinked. “This is Ethan.” The confusion in my head didn’t just grow, it twisted into something heavier, something that felt like it was about to unravel into a much bigger problem than I had walked into.

He was never yours too begun with but mine. You were always meant to be my queen. To rule with me after we burn this world to the ground. Let us finish this mission together. I’d hate to destroy you along with others. But if I cannot have you I will kill you, because no one else is worthy of such a beauty. You were never meant to be ordinary, Ayla. The clock is ticking… When you make your choice I will know. And I will come for you. Choose wisely, and don’t be afraid of the shadows.

"It's fine. I know exactly what I'm doing. As long as it doesn't look like I did it on purpose, Ethan will smooth everything over for me. He cares about me the most." The wolf immediately chimed in, eager to flatter her, "That makes sense. Alpha Ethan has feelings for you. With a little effort, you can push Elena out, and once she's gone, the Luna position will be yours." Their laughter rang out, loud and unrestrained. Every word hit Ethan like a blade driven straight into his chest, the pain sharp enough to make it hard to breathe. His jaw tightened as he uttered her name, his tone laced with fury, "Lylia!"

Standing outside the door, I almost laughed at how absurd it sounded. The missions I had dragged back from the edge of death, the failures I had carried on my record with my body and aircraft both damaged, were only this to him. Liam went quiet too. When he spoke again, his voice was cold. "You protect Chloe because you think she was the first hostage you rescued in the field. Ethan, what exactly is Ava to you?" After a short silence, Ethan answered. "Ava is my wife, my partner, and the woman I love. She has my marriage, my career, my future. Chloe has nothing."

I am Aurora, Princess of the Crimson Moon, the North's most powerful pack. But I gave my heart to a worthless rogue named Blake. In my past life, I defied tradition to make him my personal guard. We were inseparable. I fought my own pack to make him my mate. But on the night of our mating ceremony, under the Blood Moon... He plunged a silver dagger straight into my heart. I was three months pregnant with his child. As I bled out, he whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with venom, "If it weren't for you, I'd already be with Clara. You deserve this!" That's when I understood. He never loved me. He only craved power. He had always wanted my sister, Clara—the pack's chosen heir. Then, I open

"My name is Ethan. We're getting you out. Can you stand?" He stood immediately. "Yes," he said. His voice sounded like someone who had been told yes was not an available answer for a long time and had just remembered it was. Jade was harder. She was in the corner of her room, sitting on the floor with her back to the wall, and when I pushed the door open she pulled her knees up and looked at me with eyes that had been hurt in a way that had become defensive. "I don't know you," she said. "No. My name is Ethan." I crouched down. Not moving closer, just getting level. "I'm a Lure. I know what they've done here. I'm not doing that."