Ethan Fair Novels & Stories

What kind of extraordinary son did Ethan produce? ***

"Both of our parents married not so long ago Sky! So obviously he is my stepbrother duh!" Ethan Maxwell, stepson of Josephine Maxwell. Now I could join the dots. "Ladies and Gentlemen," Our attention turned towards the stage where Mr Arrogant aka Ethan with Victoria was about to announce. "I am glad that you all are able to join us to be a part of tonight's celebration. So Let's cheer for my devil, petulant, just kidding. Lovely sister Elle's eighteenth birthday." The crowd laughed, cheered and then erupted into raising a toast towards the birthday girl.

When it came to his work, he displayed a whole different level of seriousness and commitment. Unlike Wynter, Ethan has transformed into a close friend. Wynter recently discovered that Ethan grew up in an orphanage and has no memories of his childhood. Despite this, he excelled in school and received scholarships, fulfilling his dream of becoming a doctor. Ethan's investment journey began with the money he earned as a waiter, which he used to invest in stocks, resulting in significant growth. Part of his investment capital came from internships he completed the previous year. When Ethan found out about a surgical vacancy at Wynter's hospital offering good pay, he decided to leave his long-sta

Ethan's knuckles cracked. “Ground that jet.” Marcus nodded. “Already working with the FAA. We may have one shot.” I watched Ethan become the version of himself that made men flinch in boardrooms. Cold. Unshakable. Calculating. But when our eyes met, there was still that boy who used to draw stars on the attic wall. That night, we stood before a camera crew. Ethan wore a charcoal suit. I stood beside him, no makeup, no armor—just truth. The press release aired live.

Ethan replied stonily. Jared sniggered from the other end, “You already failed, you jackass. Boss probably wants to replace you with someone better for this task.” He mocked Ethan. Ethan snarled, “It will not be considered my failure until someone else kills Faith first. She is still alive, and I will complete my task. Tell your boss that I will come to see him with Faith Merchant’s head – like I promised.” Ethan coldly replied before cutting off the call in anger.

“Ethan didn’t just buy the rights. He authorized liquidation of your father’s estate three days after the funeral. He didn’t save you from poverty. He created it so he could be the one to rescue you.” “That son of a bitch,” Kai breathed. The front lounge door swung open. We jumped, nearly tipping the laptop. Ethan stood there, calm, crisp in white. “You two look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said, voice a smooth, terrifying purr. “Everything alright with Charleston prep? Anya, you look flushed.” “Just a heated debate about the encore,” I said, shutting the laptop. “Kai thinks he can play Chopin with a wrist that’s still sore. I told him he’s being a prima donna.”

This time when he asked her out, she said yes, and even though she wasn’t excited about her date, she hoped when the time came, she would be. His name was Ethan. He was a few years older than she was and already had a healthy equine veterinarian practice. Ethan had brown hair with adorable curls that begged to be pulled, and big blue eyes that made her think of tropical waters or summer skies. He was tall, very tall, standing at six feet four inches and he had the kind of body earned through hands-on labor and not at a gym.

Alpha Ethan was a man in his late thirties, standing at about 5’7, and his appearance was unusual, yet impossible to ignore. Ethan was dressed in red leather pants that clung tightly to his legs, paired with a plain white T-shirt and a matching red leather jacket thrown over it. His ginger-colored hair was tied into a messy man bun at the back of his head, making him seem so odd and at the same time giving him a weird, careless but striking look. Also, a tattoo of a naked woman was on his neck, adding to the dangerous aura he carried.

"Sure. I met Ethan once at a business party. He's very stylish. What impressed me about Ethan was his platinum hair, which was very eye-catching." Hearing Jethro speaks, Reana and Conal knew that their guess was correct. Ethan Frank, who his father just mentioned, is the owner of the vampire race. That said, Ethan and Cuthbert are working together to harm werewolves.

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.