Ethan Edwards Novels & Stories

“I’m going back to the sitting room, enjoy your desserts.” She walked to the door and head to the sitting room. Only Ethan was sitting on one of the sofas that was in the room since the twins were not home yet and their mother probably went out. Ethan was six foot tall with auburn hair that suit his cool personality. He is the most brilliant in the house, always inventing scientific things. He’s not fond of his elder sister but they do share some quality time whenever that have the time. “Eddie called me” he said as soon as he saw Liz emerged from their parent’s bedroom. “She's in Spain with her boss.”

Edward inquires. In stating this, Edward crossed a boundary, yet Ethan continued to hold onto him. At that moment, Ethan felt a surge of frustration and despair due to Edward's remarks regarding his financial situation, as he was currently unemployed and lacked any source of income. Additionally, he was unable to use his debit card because his account had been frozen. “Are you out of your mind? Why would you address me in such a rude manner? What gives you the audacity to assert that you are not the cause of my predicament simply because I am unable to pay my debts?” Ethan queried.

The radio was a low hum of static and a country song about a man losing everything, which felt a little too on the nose for our lives. "You’re thinking too loud again," Ethan said. He was leaning against the driver’s side door, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his knuckles stained with grease from the shift he’d just finished at the marina. At nineteen, Ethan Cole didn't have a billion-dollar empire or a suit tailored in London. He had a jawline that could cut glass, a pair of boots with holes in the soles, and a way of looking at me that made me feel like I was the only thing on earth that wasn't broken.

William asked, immediately answered by a grin from Ethan. ** Ethan Blackwood, a tall and tan-skinned man with a friendly face, was a mix of Hispanic and English heritage. His height was almost the same as Greys. The difference was that Ethan had a more muscular physique due to specialized training. His job as a bodyguard had taught him various martial arts skills. Ethan was the son of William, the head butler at Grey's house. They were childhood friends but had been separated since high school when Ethan chose to attend a boarding school far from the city.

Ethan laughed and grabbed Adrian's chin, then kissed him on the lips and bit his bottom lip gently before letting go. "I'm going to Coach Joe's office for a moment to get some shoes," Ethan said. "Yeah. I'll be back after this is done. It won't be long, because the bathroom is dry," Adrian replied. Ethan went to Coach Joe's office and saw a man there, having a serious conversation with Coach Joe. They both turned when Ethan knocked on the door. Coach Joe motioned for Ethan to come in and closed the door. "Ethan, let me introduce myself," Coach Joe said. "This is my best friend, Major Kirk Sander. He's a private investigator, having retired from the Special Forces."

you. Ethan moved wheelchair wheel himself. Every inch pain. Sweat. But did not stop. Came near Olivia. In middle of all. He held Olivia's shaking hand. Cold hand, but strong. Ethan took breath and said: She... is... my... wife. Voice echoed in whole lawn. Media mic went that side. 7:40 PM. BIG ANNOUNCEMENT_ Ethan saw Rayan. Eye to eye. Prince. Before touching my wife. You have to ask me. I am still alive.

They all looked shocked as they stared at him "Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed those clips of my good friend, Greyson.” A familiar voice announced. A collective gasp escaped the lips of all as Ethan appeared on stage. I stood up and waved at him and he waved back. "In a country like America that preaches justice and fairness. Do we believe Mr. Greyson deserves to win business man of the year or is he supposed to be put behind bars for all his crimes against humanity? A man who tried to kill me two months ago but failed."

Ethan laughed loudly, the sound filling the office warmly. “But anyways I won’t argue with you in front of your woman, but when we get to the tennis court, we will argue,” Ethan said jokingly. It was always a topic of debate—who was the richest among Ethan Williams, Eric Edison and Evans Olando. The only advantage Ethan had over Eric and Evans was that Ethan also had political powers. Turning to Jessica, Ethan stretched out his hand politely. “Glad to finally meet the woman who matters so much to my best friend,” Ethan said.

Sarah's POV Ethan hanging around the school gate, "bothering" me, quickly got the media's attention. "Mysterious Man Stalks Elementary School Teacher" started trending on Twitter. The photos showed him looking a mess, kneeling and crying at the school gate. It didn't take long for someone online to recognize him. "Isn't that the famous doctor from Seattle?" "That's Ethan Morgan!" "Oh my god, what happened to him?" Soon, people dug up more dirt:

I sink down quickly, and the water sloshes over the side. “You don’t look at her. You look at me.” Ethan moves sideways so his body blocks me from view. “Get the fuck out of my chambers. I’ll meet you downstairs.” Blake pushes off from the wall. “Look at you, dressing like a Southerner to impress the Princess. Breeches? Whatever would your father say? Goddess rest his soul.” Ethan’s entire body tenses. I remember what he said about his father. Whatever their relationship was, it obviously wasn’t an easy one. Blake has crossed a line.