Ethan-almighty Facebook Novels & Stories

Kai commented. "Tch! You call that handsome?" Ethan said arrogantly touching his hair. "Narcissist," Ethan was well known for his narcissistic behavior, it wasn't a secret. But indeed, he was a really handsome man. "He has short legs," he said proudly after finding his weakness. "He is not that short," Kai commented but he immediately zipped his mouth seeing Ethan's stare. "Wait, I know him I just remembered," "The celebrity we wanted to endorse Larry, but how does he know the young miss?"

“Fuck social media.” I leaned back slightly, letting the sun hit my face, closing my eyes for a second before opening them again, my fingers moving without thinking as I scrolled again, needing distraction, needing something else to focus on. Then I saw a famous article. A very familiar face too. Ethan Vale. I paused. Blinking once as I looked at him properly. He was… gorgeous. Soft in a way Dominic wasn’t, approachable, kind eyes, the kind of man that probably smiled easily, probably didn’t make you feel like you were constantly in a battle just standing next to him.

He muttered half-heartedly. “We are!” She quickly weighs in. “You have no idea how much you mean to me, Ethan. You were the only person that came to help me when I was left all alone. You didn’t even know me, yet you didn’t give up on me. How will I ever repay you?” She replied. Ethan scoffed, “You call me your friend, and then you talk about paying back – dumb bitch,” He muttered, making Faith chuckle through tears. “Just come back in one piece, okay?” He asks her with a small smile on her face.

“Ethan? Protective?” Deep down, I knew, it was true. He nodded, his expression softening. “You’re his little sister, Alina. He brags about you all the time.” “Wait—he brags about me?” I blinked, trying to process this shocking revelation. “Ethan? The guy who routinely steals my snacks and calls me ‘Shrimp’? That Ethan?” Mr. Wright smiled, like he found my disbelief amusing. “Yes, that Ethan. He’s proud of you, even if he has a funny way of showing it.”

“Shit! He muttered underneath his breath as Samantha zoomed away. “This is crazy, man!” Alfred turned to Ethnan. “Can you at least tell me what's happening?” “Stop pretending, man!” Anger spilled from Ethnan's voice. “I don't care about your pretense, all that matters to me is the safety of my son!” “What son?” Alfred's tone fell low. “Atlas is my son! I need not be told by anyone. The resemblance I have with him is striking.” Ethnan kicked hard at the bouquet of flowers before jumping into his car and rode away.

Fifty million. The arena erupted. "Who would place a bet that high?" "It has to be an Alpha from a major pack!" "Does someone actually think she can do this?" Ethan's already dark expression became thunderous. He turned to his Beta, Eric. "Find out who owns that account! Now!" "I can't, Alpha," Eric reported, his voice trembling. "They're using the highest level of encryption." Ethan's gaze snapped to me, sharp and suspicious. "It seems you have secrets, Sophia," he said coldly. "What Alpha is backing you?"

"But there's always another way, Ethan. You know that." "And what would it be?" an angry growl accompanied his words, and the being in my head whimpered with submission! I looked down at my feet and swallowed audibly. Ethan maybe my brother, but he was one of the strongest alphas to ever exist, and he deserved the respect of many!

"We could erase Richard from the financial map of this city in less than twenty-four hours if we wanted to. But simple company shares don't pay for that kind of personal favor. We want something else." "What do you want?" I demanded, refusing to back down. I forced myself to hold his gaze. Ethan stepped up right next to Caleb, flanking me. The physical resemblance between the three brothers was terrifying, but Ethan’s sheer aura was heavy enough to crush the air right out of your lungs.

Isabella couldn’t shake the feeling that she was an outsider in this glittering world, a specter amidst the brightly colored revelers. Salvatore sensed her hesitation, as did Ethan, his best friend, who was always attuned to the emotional currents around him. With a lighthearted spirit and a smile that could brighten even the most uncertain of hearts, Ethan stepped forward, exuding an atmosphere of warmth and friendliness. “Hi! I’m Ethan, Sal’s best friend,” he introduced himself, his voice cheerful and welcoming as he extended his hand in a friendly gesture.

"Only my core team. But this was an inside job—I know it!" Emma, who had been quiet, opened her mouth. "Ethan… I think you need to see this." A video clip was already going viral on her phone as she turned it toward him. Ethan felt a new sense of embarrassment and rage after seeing the headline. "Ethan Scott's Tech Disaster—Was He Too Young to Handle This?" Even worse was the comments section: "Another spoiled billionaire kid who thought he could play with the big dogs." "He's not Nicholas Scott. He's a joke."