Ethan Fair Novels & Stories

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.

" He slurs, standing up with a little bit of a wobble. I think Drunken Eth is my favorite Ethan. He is so honest and playful, and I love it. "Let's go and get these two before they start taking more body shots." Eth laughs, leading me through the crowd of people.

I don't want to complicate things between is any further Okayyyy Ethan's planning something big 😁😁😩😩 Watch out Ava

In front of everyone. The room erupted in whispers. Adrian shot to his feet, his face crimson. Isabelle grabbed his arm, holding him back. Ethan walked down the aisle like he owned it—because in a way, he did. He stepped onto the stage, adjusted the microphone, and turned to face the crowd. "Good afternoon," he said, his voice smooth as whiskey. "I'm Ethan Vale.'' Adrian walked toward the stage. "This is outrageous. You manipulated the market. Vale Global didn't buy those shares! I checked the registries!"

Ethan stands in front of me with a boyish smile, flashing his perfect white teeth. He is so tall, maybe 6'1 or 6'2. Because I am already 5'9 and he is taller than me. Alex was only 6 feet then. Ethan has a plastic bag hanging from his right hand while he has a notebook under his left arm pit and a blue pen tucked in his plane black shirt's pocket. His pale blue jeans aren't ripped.

Ethan POV Hi, my name is Ethan Wood. I used to be special forces in the British army. I was born in a small town called Swanage in Dorset. I had just turned seventeen when my father remarried and had my baby sister Arya. She is everything to me. And now she is a bloody teenager at the age of thirteen.

So pretty much everyone. Since Tony had known him, Ethan had always been very level headed; he was always the mediator of the group and did all he could to calmly avoid conflict. Very wise for his age indeed. Ethan was an average boy born in the same lovely little town of Dresden, Tennessee that Tony was. He had medium brown hair, deep brown eyes, pale skin, and no shortage of freckles. While he wasn't as massive as Ricky, he was easily two inches taller than him. It was unwise for anyone to cross Ethan. It may have been true that he sought peaceful resolutions for any conflict, but if someone who he cared about was picked on or threatened, expect hell, especially if it was Tony. Ricky was b

"Perhaps, perhaps not." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Erin?" Todd came up beside her. "You'll ride with him right?" "Yes, she will." Ethan cut in before Erin could form a single word. He held out a hand towards Todd. "I don't think we've been formally introduced. I'm Ethan Lachlan." Todd's eyebrows rose in surprise and he whistled, taking the offered hand in a firm handshake. "Ethan Lachlan? The Ethan Lachlan- Holbourn Enterprises?"

Ethan Garcia Ethan is the twin of Addilyn. He has one green eye and a blue eye. He loves his twin to death and is very overprotective of her. He likes to be fun and outgoing. He studies law as time passes by. He has dark brown hair where he inherited from their mother. Addilyn Ruby Garcia or Ruby Addilyn Smith-Garcia.