Ethan Edwards Novels & Stories

[Isabella Hayes] “Okay, I’m ready to talk.” Ethan nodded and sat across from me. “Eat, then tell me what happened.” he put his phone face down on the counter. I picked up the fork and knife on the plate, cutting a bit of everything while I figured out where to begin. I didn’t want to talk badly about Adrian. He and Ethan have a business together. While Ethan can afford to cut away from their partnership, he has way too many investments, foreign and domestic.

Gran huffed. Ethan laughed and patted his stomach over the white t-shirt. "I will always pick Gran's food over these abs. So spoil me as much as you can beautiful lady!" Ethan said to Gran and both of them fist-bumped dismissing me. Duh! All right. "I didn't know you care so much about my abs. Be honest, do you want to see them?" Ethan winked. Of course, I wanted to see them but that doesn't mean I would admit it aloud.

“How sure?” Damion hesitated. Nicholas sighed. “Exactly.” Ethan stepped forward. “Edward.” The phone went quiet. Ethan swallowed. “Can you hear me?” “Yes.” His voice had changed. Only slightly. But I heard it. So did Marcus. Ethan looked at him. Marcus nodded once. Go ahead. Ethan turned toward the phone. “My name is Ethan Reed.” A long silence. “I know.” Ethan laughed bitterly. “Of course you do.” “Ethan—”

Ethan couldn't hold himself back and burst into laughter when he saw the three people's funny expressions. "Why are you laughing? It's not funny at all." Ellis yelled angrily. He was trying to understand the situation and there his brother was laughing. "Okay okay..... I won't laugh anymore." Ethan said and stopped laughing. Ethan stood up from the couch and stood beside Ellis. He placed his left hand on Ellis's shoulder. "Okay let me introduce you guys. I am Ethan, a dominant alpha and an anti-drug police officer." Ethan said and turned to Ellis. "He is my twin omega brother, Ellis. He is a professional eSports player." Ethan said, introducing Ellis.

“You are one of the top three richest people on the Forbes list now. You have money, power, and status. You would never throw all that away. “You are just an idiot who got played by a woman. Vivian was the only one stupid enough to stay by your side.” “You still dare mention Vivian?” The rage inside Ethan exploded. His hand tightened so much it seemed like he might crush her neck. Around them, the sounds of cameras snapping grew louder. Phone flashes lit up nonstop. The assistant rushed forward and grabbed Ethan’s arm. “Mr. Ferguson, not here. This is getting too much attention.” Only then did Ethan snap back to his senses. He looked around at the crowd gathering nearby and the dozens of pho

But still unyielding. They sat. The cameras flashed. Ethan leaned into the mic. “My name is Ethan Blackwood. I’m twenty-one years old. I’m gay. I’m in love with a man who raised me but he didn’t raise me as a father. He protected me from the very world now trying to crucify us. And I refuse to apologize for loving someone who has only ever made me feel safe.” The room froze. Then it exploded.

he remarked. “This is my husband,” I introduced, keeping my voice pleasant and easy. “Dante Wright.” “My full name is Victor Jade Edward,” he added, almost as an afterthought, watching our faces as he said it. I kept my expression completely neutral, even though something moved through me quietly at hearing it, because Ethan’s search had turned up Edwards without the Victor Jade attached. The fact that he was volunteering his full name now felt deliberate, like he wanted us to know something without having to say it directly.

Stanley West, whose family ran the powerhouse West Energy Group nationwide, six-foot-three, built like a tank, and a straight-up player through and through. Carson Powell, golden boy of a top-tier auto empire, six-foot-three, mixed-race features, steady as they come. When Ethan stepped into view. Kevin shot up from the sofa like a rocket, lunging over to grab his face. "Whoa, you're actually alive? Let me check if this is some plastic surgery imposter." Ethan's brow furrowed, and he snapped Kevin's wrist in a lock, twisting it back hard enough to nearly slam him into the coffee table.

I followed his gaze, expecting a confused courier or a disgruntled ex-employee. Instead, a figure emerged from the crowd. My heart skipped a beat, then I felt a hot rush of irritation. The man wasn't wearing an orange jumpsuit, and he didn't look like the scrawny, broken man I had left at the prison gates three weeks ago. He was draped in a charcoal-grey suit that looked tailored to his frame, walking with a confidence that felt like an insult. It was Ethan.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.