Ethan Crumbley Siblings Novels & Stories

Then she proceeded to punch the guy in the arm before finally speaking again. "Freya, this here, is my annoyingly obnoxious big brother Hael." "Really, that's how you introduce me to someone? Brat." He pushed her before they both started making faces at one another making me laugh. "Come on Liv, we gotta get started, we only have about 45 minutes left before I have to cut everything together we've been working on the past couple weeks. I need clean lines, got it." Nodding to him then leading me to sit down next to her brother before when went into the adjoining room with the microphone set up.

"Ethan and Stuart are related?" "They are cousins. They were both born on the same day so everyone called them the 'cousin twins'. Anyway, their pledge was to smock a pack a day until the semester was over. It was kind of weird and it felt like the seniors had a personal beef with the two but they went through with it. "Ethan immediately got sick after a few weeks and he quit the pledge but Stuart kept on going. He did finish the pledge but he couldn't stop smoking. He's in another world when he does, forgets where he is..."

Then, without waiting for an invitation, he stepped in, his sneakers staining the black tiles. “I’m Colton. Ethan’s younger, much cooler, definitely more fun little brother.” Jules blinked, still reeling. Not just from the news that Ethan had a brother, but from the fact that this kid was calling her "Aunty Jules" like she was some retired librarian. “Ethan has a brother?" Colton turned around, maintaining that boyish smile which she knew he gave everyone. “I bet he didn't tell you I was hot. He never tells anyone the truth.”

Instead of looking relieved or pleased that I was finally being reasonable, he just stared at me with that same intense expression. The silence stretched on until it became awkward. I started to wonder if I had said something wrong. Maybe my apology hadn't been clear enough? To break the tension, I turned slightly and gestured toward Ethan. "Oh, I should introduce you two properly. Uncle, this is Ethan Cross. He's the arranged mate that Grandfather mentioned wanting me to meet." Ethan stepped forward with a polite smile, though I noticed it didn't quite reach his eyes. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said formally. "I've heard a lot about Aria's family."

"—because it's sad AND embarrassing! Like, imagine: 'How did your brother die?' 'Oh, he fainted in a bathroom at thirty thousand feet.' That's AWFUL! That's—" "Alexander." I grab his shoulders. "Ethan is FINE. He's not dead. He's not dying. He just needs to eat more cookies." "Oh." He brightens. "Can I have cookies too?" "No." "But ETHAN gets cookies!" "Ethan fainted." "That's DISCRIMINATION!" "That's consequences." We return to our seats. Ethan is installed with water, cookies, and strict instructions to consume both at regular intervals. Kyle sits beside him, monitoring. I sink into my seat and try to remember how to breathe normally.

See the tension in his shoulders. "Emily is really excited. Dora, too I think. Emily says she is nervous about the change but happy her mom is happy." Richard smiled. "I hope you are being nice to Dora. I know this is weird for both of you. Becoming siblings overnight." Siblings. The word made my stomach turn. We were not siblings. We would never be siblings. Not after what we had done. Not after the way he made me feel. "I am being nice," Nate said and it was technically true. Nice was not the word I would use but he was not being mean. He was being something else entirely. Something dangerous.

“Welcome, world. Today you see the real story behind the Lake House Scandal.” Ethan stepped in front of the camera before I could react. His voice rang out strong and clear. “My name is Ethan Hale. I fell in love with Ava during a blizzard that trapped us together. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t easy. But it’s real. And I will not apologize for loving her.” Ryan moved beside him. “She’s my sister. He’s my best friend. This family has been torn apart by greed and betrayal. But we’re standing united now.”

"If he breaks the Death Star... you have to help me fix it." "Deal," Dad said. "I'm excellent at repairs." Ethan nodded. He felt a weird feeling in his chest. It was a little bit like being scared, but mostly like being excited. Like waiting for a roller coaster to start. He had a sister. Now he was going to have a brother. He looked at the sign. Welcome River. "I hope he likes pizza," Ethan said. "We have a lot of pizza." "I think he'll learn to like it," Mom said, kissing the top of his head.

I chewed and spoke to the camera, a little muffled, "You guys see this? This is the real Arnold Stone. What you saw earlier is just how he gets when he's angry. This is what he's actually like." From the side, Ethan said flatly, "Dad, you just got oil on my shirt. This one cost five grand." "Be quiet." My father shot him a glare. "So what if it got on you? At least I didn't make you clean my shoes. Keep talking, and you're cracking crab legs for the rest of the night." Ethan paused, speechless. A second later, the cold, untouchable CEO quietly put on a pair of gloves and got to work cracking crab legs.

His little hand gripped the crayon tightly, his brows furrowed in concentration. “Mommy, look!” Adrian chirped, holding up the page proudly. It was a messy, colorful picture of a superhero with wild hair. Emery smiled, her heart swelling. “That’s wonderful, sweetheart. Is that you?” “No!” Adrian giggled. “That’s Uncle Ethan. He’s my superhero.” Her chest tightened, a bittersweet ache flooding through her. Ethan had been everything — brother, protector, father figure to Adrian. She didn’t know how she would have survived without him.