Ethan Fair Novels & Stories

Doctor Hale grinned, looking smugly at Ethan. Frowning at Mr. Hester, Lawyer Frick scowled as he asked, "Did you say, Ethan Rider... the bastard of the Riders, who has caused such a scandal with the Simone and Walkers, kidnapping Nina Simone, the fiance to Charles Walker... that's the Ethan you want me to represent?" Just from his pissed expression, Mr. Hester knew that this was going to be his tenth rejection in a day, but he wanted to be optimistic for Ethan and Nina's sake, so he replied, "Yes. Look, we have the money to pay you-"

He stayed in the shadows, his silhouette large and imposing. "You’re angry," Ethan said, his voice barely a whisper as he shed his wool coat. He draped it carefully over his chair, his movements jerky. "Sarah was just being professional, Liam. She’s one of the top students in the year. Her help on the structural analysis would be—"

“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

Adrian ran out of the office. He found Ethan on the living room floor, curled up and trembling. “Ethan!” He dropped to his knees. Pulled him into his arms immediately. Ethan clung to him as if he were drowning. “She… she came…” Ethan sobbed against his chest. “She said I’m… a freak…” Adrian froze. His eyes darkened to pure black. “Who came?” Ethan cried harder. “Lívia… your fiancée…”

His hair was light brown and slightly messy, as if he had run his hand through it on the way out the door. He slowed when he noticed us. Then he smiled,easy, open, the kind of smile that did not ask for anything in return. “Hey,” he said. “Sorry, but I’ve seen you around a few times. I’m Ethan. I live a few houses down.” Samantha and I both looked up. I set the coffee down carefully. “Elena,” I said, gesturing toward Samantha. “This is Samantha.” “Nice to meet you both.” He nodded at us. “Ethan Miller.”

Rachel replied, her voice filled with cautious optimism. Liam nodded, glancing back at her. Just then the door to the hospital room opened and Aretha and Ethan walked into the room. Ethan was dressed in a sharp business suit, with a dark gray jacket and matching pants. His white shirt was crisp, and he wore a simple black tie that added to his polished look. Everything about his outfit spoke of professionalism and confidence. It was expected from him, as he was the Vice President of Carrington Investments, a position that carried weight and responsibility within the family company. His demeanor reflected not only his role but the future expectations placed on him.

Steve said and Nate playfully hit his head. “Don’t be silly” Nate said. “I brought your phone ethanol have been calling your number” the manager said and Steve burst into laughter. “Don’t tell me you change Ethan name to ethanol?” “What did you think? The name suit him better” Nate replied and dial Ethan number. “Man where did you fûcking keep your phone?” Ethan yelled. “Ethanol you have hot tempered, don’t you? You can’t keep shouting at me, fine I just came back from death, I resurrected” Nate said and Ethan scoffed

"Ethan, surely you didn't—" "Don't address me by my first name in public, Miss Fairchild," Ethan commanded, his slate-gray eyes turning to absolute zero as he looked down at her. "You are an exiled foundation shareholder whose operational clearance in this city is strictly restricted to secondary observation. You have no business sending packages to my private residence, and you have no place in my personal life." Before Vivienne could recover her composure or offer a scripted, high-society deflection, Ethan’s arm shifted with a smooth, decisive motion.

I said quietly. “Postpone?” Mom looked horrified. “Honey, all those people are already at the venue. The flowers, the catering, the musicians…everything’s ready.” “But I don’t have a proper dress—” Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, interrupting my protest. Everyone turned toward the door as a familiar figure filled the doorway. Ethan stood there in his perfectly tailored black tuxedo, looking like he stepped off the cover of a magazine. His dark eyes took in the scene…the destroyed dress, Emma’s tear-streaked face, Mom hovering protectively, the general chaos of my bedroom.

Ralph replied with a happy look. At night Ethan was sleeping, sweating, he was having a bad dream. "Ahhhh" he woke up, panting. Mr and Mrs.Welsh were on the bed kissing, they both heard Ethan's voice, rushed to his room, "honey, what is wrong?" Mrs.Welsh asked, "I saw the both of you dying in my dream" Ethan replied while still sweating, "go to sleep son" Mr.Welsh requested, Ethan went to sleep. Mr and Mrs.Welsh both kiss Ethan on his forehead, watching Ethan sleeping. Both went back to their room. Mrs.Welsh who was thinking about what Ethan told them. Told her husband that she would like to say something tomorrow morning.