Ethan Ch Novels & Stories

I responded and opened the car, getting down quickly from there! Ethan also came after me as the both of us approached the Exhumer who was standing right before the entrance of the cemetery. He was tall, muscled and quiet had the abs. Too good enough to be called an Exhumer. “Good day, Mr Morale!” He greeted Ethan, giving me a cool grin of a lovely meet. I mirrored the smile, brushing my hair behind my hair as the air was quite too much in the area. “You are very good at this, am I right?” Ethan asked, putting his phone in his wallet.

He looked up to find his best friend, Lucas Smith looking at him curiously. After Ethan went back to his room. He couldn’t fall asleep and he was still in a bad mood so he called his friend to meet him at the club and talk. Lucas Smith was Ethan’s childhood friend and best friend. Lucas was also from a rich family and he was about to inherit the family’s chain of hotels. He was tall like Ethan, handsome but very playful. Ethan scoffed and took a swig of the whiskey in a glass, wrinkling his face when it burnt his throat and chest.

“You think he shows up just to memorize formulas?” I froze. “He?” And before she could answer me, the door was pushed open and there he was. Ethan. Our teaching assistant. He looked so hot that my mouth fell open. He was not supposed to look like that. TA’s were supposed to look nerdy, one of those akward and clumsy graduates who walked around with coffee stains on their shirts. But Ethan?… he was nothing close to that. He looked like he had just stepped out of a forbidden catalog. He was tall, lean, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, he had veins in his forearms, and I swear, all this sexiness should be considered illegal.

"Perhaps, perhaps not." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Erin?" Todd came up beside her. "You'll ride with him right?" "Yes, she will." Ethan cut in before Erin could form a single word. He held out a hand towards Todd. "I don't think we've been formally introduced. I'm Ethan Lachlan." Todd's eyebrows rose in surprise and he whistled, taking the offered hand in a firm handshake. "Ethan Lachlan? The Ethan Lachlan- Holbourn Enterprises?"

She opens her mouth to retort when the bell rings and she unnecessarily widens her eyes before she turns to the mirror at lightning speed then leaps to the door. And I hear several squealing and smooching voices while I try not to gag. When they go on for about minutes with no intention of stopping, I can't help myself, "Get past my door already, I'm hardly interested in a live demonstration of how rodents colonize!" I hear snickers before I see them, clung together like chewed chewing gum to sienna, is Ethan. He's Latin American with a sweet Bronze complexion and a dozen piercing and ugly tattoos. He's smiling sickly with his teeth on display, "Darling Ree, you sound awfully jelly~ I know a

Extending outward were dozens of colour-coded lines: blue for political connections, red for violent crime, and, in a newly drawn green, the complex web of legitimate corporations managed by the son. Ethan was the picture of focused control. His suit was sharp, his tie precise, and his pale eyes held the unblinking clarity of a man who hadn't slept, but didn't need to. He wasn't loud or bombastic; his authority came from the simple, terrifying fact that he was always the smartest person in the room. “Don Leo Vitale is down,” Ethan stated, tapping the centre circle with the marker. “He suffered a major stroke and is incapacitated. Medically, legally, and practically, he’s out.”

It pointed steadily, not east, but at the computer screen. Eliana read the obituary. Ethan James Caldwell, 16, passed away peacefully on November 3rd, surrounded by family, after a courageous battle with leukemia. Ethan was a junior at Westview High School, where he was known for his quiet humor and his love of astronomy. He is survived by his parents, Margaret and Robert Caldwell, and his beloved sister, Clara, 11. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to the pediatric oncology ward at St. Mary's Hospital.

Of course he wasn't really in the mood to get Irene’s attention this morning,he had to get his business deal secured first. Charles Davenport wasn't really good at recognizing people but he did surely recognized Antiono from the hangout night club his boys attended then in high school, could he be the same Antiono Rasemela he thought. “Good morning Sir,this is Charles Davenport the CEO of the Opendraty company,the same man who proposed a deal with your company”. Ethan said as he paused to catch up with his breath , Ethan was being more like a professional this morning Antiono thought.

Before Chloe could start an argument, a tall, incredibly handsome man stepped out of the shadows near the bar, a slow, amused smile on his face. This was Ethan Thorne. Ethan was a legend on campus—a brilliant, young, twenty-four-year-old legacy heir whose family owned half the shipping ports on the Eastern Seaboard. Unlike the stuffy, older donors on the board, Ethan was sharp, wildly charismatic, and possessed a terrifyingly quick mind that had earned him a master's degree in economic history by the age of twenty-two. He was one of the few people on campus who didn't look intimidated by the Vance name.

His hand stayed longer on mine, rewriting my earlier thought that he might be avoiding people. Finally, the youngest-looking one stepped forward with both hands shoved inside his hoodie pocket. "I'm Ethan." He smiled sheepishly. "And before you ask, no, I'm not as quiet as I look. They just never let me get a word in. I'm an artist. Not a singer like James, more of a painter.” “That’s really cool. I’m a doctor,” I answered, sharing his excitement. I couldn’t believe I was actually meeting them after so long. “Alright guys, we can’t just stand here. Let's go somewhere private, okay?” Tyron said.