Ethan Fair Novels & Stories

Leaving and working for the Don is not an easy job but the opportunity that comes along with it is as beneficial to themselves. "I have a small feeling that the boss would be so proud of us today," Ethan spat out to his gang members. Ethan had dark short hair that it is across his nape, his eyes, as blue as the sky, but with a depth of fear that would make any man tremble once they see it. It always frightens anyone that sees him like this, maybe not exactly what anyone would expect to see it, but as much as planned, the dreadful thing would be to accept him the way he is.

Unfortunately, their tragic death in a fire had left Ethan an orphan at the tender age of 11. But fate had more in store for Ethan, as his uncle Mr Darth saw an opportunity to satisfy his greed. Darth, a manufacturing supervisor in the shoe department, tried to manipulate the will in his favour after his brother's death. When that didn't work, he sent Ethan abroad to study and took over the company, putting his son Liam in charge

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

Sue glared at him. “Okay then, make the call,” Ethan said, his tone so calm that the old man thought he might have underestimated Ethan and Nina. But now he was even more curious to find out if Ethan could manifest four million since everyone knows that he was a servant and only became a Rider last night, at the party when Harrison was forced to acknowledge him because of what he and Nina did. ‘There’s no way he just has four million laying around.’ Mr. Sue thought, knowing that fifty percent of his share in his company was worth more than four million. ‘Where would he get it from?!’

I think, not asking anyone in particular as I ponder this. "That's fine. You have to hurry up then. As we have only an hour left for lunch," Simon replies, not happy with Ethan's stubbornness to speak with me, while I stand up to leave the office just after I have turned off my laptop. "Alright. Hey, Pretty. As I was saying before he interrupted us, I am Ethan Godson, the CEO of E and G Entertainment and record labels. I am sure that you're aware of that?" Ethan brags, and I frown.

“I'm Lord Ethan.“ Freya studied the man in front of her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a small but perfectly carved head and posture that screamed of confidence. “L-lord?“ Lord Ethan flushed. “Not much of a title. You can call me Ethan if you want.“ Freya nodded slowly, letting the information sink into her brain. “I—I don't know what to say.“ Lord Ethan smiled, not looking uncomfortable like Freya had expected. “Do you care for a dance, my lady?“

Adrian appeared at his side, holding out a granola bar. Ethan raised an eyebrow. “That my apology snack?” Adrian shrugged. “You’ve been moody all day. Figured you might be hangry.” “I’m not hungry,” Ethan muttered, then took the bar anyway. “Just... tired.” Adrian leaned against the wall beside him. “It’s not gonna be easy, you know.” “I know.” “But it’ll get better. People forget. Or move on to the next drama.” Ethan smirked faintly. “Fairhaven does love a scandal.”

Sprawled across his lap was Ethan. At six years old, her son was all knees and elbows, growing too fast. Ethan’s head rested on Liam’s shoulder, one hand clutching the worn velvet cape he refused to travel without. "Super-Ethan," he called himself. He thought he could fly if he jumped from the right height. Aurora’s throat tightened. A portrait of peace. An illusion of safety.

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