Ethan Fair Novels & Stories

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

I teased, forcing a laugh, but my pulse quickened. William had always been the steady one, a mechanic with callused hands that fixed everything, including my broken heart after my last boyfriend ghosted me. From the doorway, Ethan chuckled, the younger stepbrother at twenty-seven, leaning against the frame with a beer in hand. Taller and leaner, with tousled brown hair and a smirk that screamed trouble, he was the artist type, freelancing graphic designs while crashing at home. "Festive? More like torture. Remember last year when he sang off-key the whole drive up?" His green eyes flicked between us, catching the charged air.

It pointed steadily, not east, but at the computer screen. Eliana read the obituary. Ethan James Caldwell, 16, passed away peacefully on November 3rd, surrounded by family, after a courageous battle with leukemia. Ethan was a junior at Westview High School, where he was known for his quiet humor and his love of astronomy. He is survived by his parents, Margaret and Robert Caldwell, and his beloved sister, Clara, 11. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to the pediatric oncology ward at St. Mary's Hospital.

His gaze drops to my neck, and the corner of his lip quirks. “Blake,” growls Ethan. “What does he want?” When the girl leaves, Blake walks toward us with his hands in the pockets of his breeches. Halfway across the grassy expanse, he halts. Ethan sniffs the air, then jumps to his feet. The two of them turn their heads toward the hill on the other side of the castle. “What is it?” I ask, alarmed, as I get up. “Horses. Fergus. Vladimir. And... and John.” Ethan’s body is rigid, his breathing hard. “They’re coming. I can smell them. And blood. I smell blood. Lots of blood.” He swallows, and his face whitens. “John’s blood.”

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.

One of them, a guy with dark hair and a confident smile, stepped forward. “Ariana,” he greeted smoothly, his eyes narrowing at me. “Who’s your friend?” Ariana nudged me forward. “This is Ruby. She just got her heart broken and needs a distraction.” I glared at her. “Subtle.” The guy chuckled. “That so?” He held out a hand. “I’m Ethan.” I shook it, forcing a smile. “Hi, Ethan.” Ariana leaned in and whispered, “He’s rich. Maybe even richer than Rutherford."

"That's not fair, Ethan. Mia is nothing like that, and you have no right to-" "I have every right," Ethan interrupted, his voice dangerously low. "This is my life, my legacy, and I won't let anyone jeopardize it. Especially not the likes of you or your friend." Evelyn stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never seen this side of Ethan before - the cold, calculating man who seemed to view women as nothing more than liabilities. It was a stark contrast to the man she had glimpsed in the kitchen, the one who had held her so tenderly.

"Just you wait, Emma!" "What should she be waiting for?" Ethan suddenly asked icily. "For your father to come and back you up?" He stood up, which immediately made it apparent that he had a height advantage over Jack. "Or are you asking for her to wait until you've returned from buying yourself a diploma in Ezelia?" "Who are you?" Jack demanded with false bravado. "Ethan Knight from the Department of Mathematics in Maracasus Institute of Technology," Ethan replied slowly and clearly. "First-prize winner in the international math competition, and a member of the Amerasia national math competition team.

"I am Ethan Ring. Twenty-three years old, but turning 24 this year, on the 14th of February. I studied here in my 1st semester as well. That's all," Ethan said as he sat down, still not taking his eyes off of Chad, who had been grinning.