Ethan Fair Novels & Stories

I was really proud of myself , I fixed this event really nice and Damien wouldn't stop praising my tastes. My phone rang. I picked it up without checking who was calling. I didn't know who it was until I heard his powerful voice call out my name " Paula, meet me in the gallery right now" Ethan demanded, why can’t he speak more calmly? What a jerk . he is so arrogant, I wish my heart can hear him speak to me. Duh! the little bitch hears but refuses to learn. I excused myself from Damien who suddenly has his hands filled with guests and investors. I walked upstairs to meet Mr Ethan in the gallery.

“You think he shows up just to memorize formulas?” I froze. “He?” And before she could answer me, the door was pushed open and there he was. Ethan. Our teaching assistant. He looked so hot that my mouth fell open. He was not supposed to look like that. TA’s were supposed to look nerdy, one of those akward and clumsy graduates who walked around with coffee stains on their shirts. But Ethan?… he was nothing close to that. He looked like he had just stepped out of a forbidden catalog. He was tall, lean, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, he had veins in his forearms, and I swear, all this sexiness should be considered illegal.

Even if he is not my friend and doesn’t belong to me, well, still I have to be nice to him. “My dear friend? Don’t you think you are forgetting something?” He smirk, reminding me that we aren’t friends anymore. He never called me by that time, never tried to reach me, so why is he here? “Well, Natasha is very friendly,” he pops her name unexpectedly. My shoulders tense as he said her name. On the shooting day, he was getting much closer to her. The way she was talking with him, she may be one of his fans. Ethan is popular as a Californiai actor. Besides having a lot of fans, he’s also a singer.

“What about you?” Ethan cuts into his steak while answering, “I work in the heart of the pack as a funds manager, but I’m also a Gamma, so I help with security and protection when necessary.” I nod, taking a bite of my pasta. Our conversation is stiff for a while, but soon, we fall into a polite rhythm of taking turns asking questions. “Did you always want to be an assistant?” Ethan questions, looking up from his plate. “Or did you have a dream job that’s different?”

This had an unsettling quality to it. While all of the festivities were taking place, Monica's gaze turned back to Madeline at the altar. The girl appeared faultless, to a great extent. It was almost painful. Like an impure curse in disguise, she whispered under her breath. "Madeleine, when will you be able to hold that place?!" Ethan was positioned near them, wearing a black suit. Not because he was nervous, but because his anger had been suppressed since morning, and his face appeared pale. What happened? He had his hands in his pockets and gazed at the altar where Madeline would soon stand.

“I didn’t do what I’m being accused of, and stepping down would only make everyone assume I did. I’m not handing Brian Norwood a win because he’s good at leaking half-truths.” Then Freya stood up from her seat at the side of the room, voice shaking but loud enough to fill the whole hall. “Ethan protected my children with his bare hands two nights ago,” she said, eyes already wet. “He ran into a burning building without blinking. He has done nothing but try to protect this pack since the day I met him again, and you’re going to take his title because of photos someone conveniently produced right when this whole misunderstanding started clearing up Ethan’s name?”

Ethan taunted. "What do you want?" Damian retorted. "A cup of coffee. Cold brew with cold foam. Just how you used to make it for me." Ethan said looking past Damian to a still pale looking Aria. "...ah, with a pump of vanilla. It's a new taste I'm still warming up to" " I'll have to call the cops if you'll not willingly leave, Mr Evans" "Ethan....my name's Ethan. And,.I'll leave. All I wanted was a cup of coffee, chill out bro!"

People danced like their lives depended on it, and for one night, I wanted to be one of them. At the bar, I ordered something strong and downed it in one gulp. It burned, but the sting was welcome. I leaned back, letting the world blur around me. “Rough day?” a deep voice asked, cutting through the noise. I turned to see him—Ethan. Everyone in the city knew his name. CEO of Meadow Textile, heir to a fortune, and the kind of man who could make headlines by just breathing. He looked out of place here, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the chaos around us.

The next afternoon, the heavy, suffocating silence of the estate was broken by a sudden, boisterous burst of laughter in the main living room. I wandered down the stairs, still dazed and thoroughly confused by the intense interaction from the night before, only to find Ethan sitting on the velvet sofa. He was Damian’s absolute best friend, but he was the polar opposite of the brooding Blackwood heir. Ethan was goofy, constantly smiling, and dressed in a relaxed leather jacket with a crooked grin plastered across his face.

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.