Ethan Edwards Novels & Stories

Ezra: Are you secretly an eighty years old boy? Mason: Answer the question. Ezra: Maybe. Three dots appeared immediately. Mason: Ezra. I smiled. Ezra: Yes, I ate it. Mason: Good. A few seconds passed before another message appeared. Mason: Are you still at the hospital? Ezra: Yeah. Mason: Alone? Before I could answer, footsteps approached from down the hallway. I looked up automatically and nearly dropped my phone. Mason. Wearing a dark hoodie and sweatpants like he came straight from home.

That night, Ethan didn't come back to our apartment in BackBay. I didn't call him endlessly or demand to know where he was like I would have done before. I just sat on the bed, listening to that recording over and over. Every time I played it, my heart broke a little more. After Mom died of cancer, I thought I'd found a new anchor—Ethan. He was the youngest candidate for attending physician at Redwood General Hospital and a star lecturer at Hawford Medical School.

I now realized it was for privacy. As everyone began to settle into their seats, the doors opened and Ethan walked down the aisle in an expensive suit, followed by the beta from his pack. I recognized them as some of the Blue Moon Group businessmen I saw at the gala a week ago. Ethan’s hair was slicked back so that it didn’t cover his face so much. He looked more confident than I had ever seen him. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before, he’s a natural leader. A true alpha.

I played another song, my fingers dancing across the keys, when my phone chimed with a notification. I frowned, thinking it might be Kiara or Clinton. But when I picked it up, I realized it was a W******p message from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, I opened it. It was a video. I clicked on it, and my blood ran cold. There was Clinton, on a bed, with Seraphina. They were tangled in the sheets, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him. I couldn’t see his full face, but I knew it was him. My heart dropped.

Lydia’s façade has crumbled, her true nature laid bare for everyone to see. Before leaving with Ethan, I take a moment to set the record straight. “By the way, Ethan isn’t broke!” I tell the assembled guests that Ethan is not a broke man at all and their expressions change drastically “He’s the heir of the Endurance Edge.” I explain that in fact, he is the sole heir to a renowned sports group and because they mostly operate their business overseas, they might not have heard of him. I make it clear that I am not his “sugar mommy” because he doesn’t need one. My voice is firm, each word a clear declaration of Ethan’s true standing.

He was very stupid for making a careless mistake like this. ——————————————————————— Ethan sat across from President Morgan of the Action Alliance in a private dining room at one of the city’s most exclusive restaurants. The soft lighting cast shadows over the room, and the sound of clinking glasses and low conversation hummed in the background. This was his moment—his chance to secure the party’s backing for the upcoming presidential primaries. “Ethan,” President Morgan said, folding his hands on the table. “I have to say, the party is impressed with the way you handled the recent scandals. You’ve shown resilience, and that’s what we need in a candidate.”

Ethan resembled a teenager who got caught making out with his first girlfriend by his mother and I resembled a shaking leaf. Fun facts; 1. Ethan is a CEO of one of the biggest companies in the whole of New york. Winter Fox : Daughter of Nicholas Fox, An editor at the local Newspaper agency, a nerd and a Romance writer/ erotica (Which I rather eat my brother sock than my family finding out about it) “Get back here,both of you” he roars. We didn't need to be told twice. Ethan and I scrambled to our feet and took our respective seats ignoring the mess of the dining table.

She quickly got down from her dad's lap and tried to hide her chocolates behind her back. “I think, my prince,” She yelled, quickly stuffing some chocolates in her mouth and running away from mom. He went inside the house before her mom could catch her from consuming her favorite chocolates. Elena Edwards is the only daughter of Chase Edwards. He is a well-known businessman, running thousands of companies throughout the city and earning more than enough to provide her with everything she wants. She has three overprotective brothers, Noah Edwards, Brandon Edwards, and Eric Edwards. Noah Edwards is a famous Football player who is like a celebrity. Brandon Edwards is a renowned businessman, run

Eden replied as politely as possible and walked past him. Though she didn't let it show on her face, she was terrified and she needed a minute to catch her breath. She was angry with herself more than she was with that creepy young man. She shouldn't have just come to meet someone like this. She tried to leave early from that party but couldn't and at some point, the middle aged man from earlier approached her. The man turned out to be Clarke Etheridge, the chairman of a famous logistic company worth billions and offered her a job to be his secretary. Eden was more than happy to have this turn of events at the end of the day and agreed immediately. As it says all is well that ends well.

Ethan said to her. "Okay. I will" Eden said to him. "Why did he come here? What talk he wanted to tell you in secret?" Ethan asked her. "I thought he understands his mistake and come to apologize but I was wrong. He can never change. All he cares about his daughter Ella and his son" Eden said to him. "His son! Where is his son?" Ethan asked him "He is still in coma. But the doctor said his condition is getting better. If he keeps responding to the treatment like this he will wake up soon" Eden said to him.