Ethan Fair Novels & Stories

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We still have to use the power of Emperor Nine. 'Don't worry Ethan.' Patrick Cotton listened to the TV host's report and laughed, 'Today is the eldest sister-in-law's final. Is Ethan really not going to see it? It is said on the internet that today is the scene of a fairy fight. Ethan will regret it if he misses the highlight of sister-in-law? ' 'Of course, I've asked Xenos Wood to push my wheelchair.' Ethan Wharton answered without looking up, quickly tapped the keyboard with both hands, and released the task.

Finally, she can see now and she has every chance to see how her parents looked before they both died. “I would love to see those pictures.” Ria smiled brightly at him. Ethan started the car and it glided into motion. "Remember I was out of town when —“ "The incident happened.” Ria completed his intended statement. Ethan left town that year just two days before the incident. He had always wanted to be a fashion stylist and a model. He picked up few ideas from Mrs Madison craft and he also worked on his body at the local gym center in Idaho. He had tight muscles, strong arms and well sculpted chest just like how he is now but he wasn't this big back then.

"I'll be right back, little one. Stay here." Ethan dropped her hand and marched right up to the Fae. He had the nerve to look turned on like he was about to drop to the floor and worship his tiny dick. Ethan's hands grab his face. His mouth parts. His smirk matched his, but it was not one of lust or desire. It was one of death and blood, the one he had worn his entire adult life. Ethan's thumbs move up from his face until they circle the outside of his eyes. "I don't fuck around, Fae. I don't care who you are!" The gigantic, Fae warrior who wore nothing but a loin cloth and a mask just smirked, his oblong ears twitching.

They all looked shocked as they stared at him "Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed those clips of my good friend, Greyson.” A familiar voice announced. A collective gasp escaped the lips of all as Ethan appeared on stage. I stood up and waved at him and he waved back. "In a country like America that preaches justice and fairness. Do we believe Mr. Greyson deserves to win business man of the year or is he supposed to be put behind bars for all his crimes against humanity? A man who tried to kill me two months ago but failed."

George moved to London to work as a photographer where he met his wife who is heavily pregnant with their second child and couldn't travel. Next introduction is Ethan who is also part of the college gang. Ethan is a handsome and huge man who looks like he lives in the gym. All the groomsmen were supposed to wear pink tuxedos but Ethan decided to pull up in ripped jeans and a pink t-shirt. He looks like the type of guy who likes to stand out and break rules just because he can. It doesn't come as a shock that he's an artist. It also doesn't come as a shock that an attractive man like him has a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend who is a runway model. God, I can't imagine what their babies will loo

Well, reasons known only to him. Ethan is known as a player. Some said that he is arrogant. What do you expect from a young man who just turned Thirty recently and has acquired so much wealth at his age? He is the most successful businessman and also the wealthiest. He is known as a ladies' man as the elite women will always swarm around him. He is not just wealthy. He is very handsome. He is six-foot-three and very fair in complexion. Deep Brown hair. Blue eyes, pink lips and physic that is mind-blowing. No woman can resist his charm.

“I don’t like you being in the middle of things you don’t understand,” Middle of what? Before I could press further, a smooth voice interrupted. “Adrian. I was wondering when you’d show.” Tall. Blond. A tailored suit that probably cost more than my flight here. He was confident in a way that didn’t need permission. Ethan Grey. Larry’s cousin. Investor. The type of man who made rooms feel like playgrounds. “Ethan,” Adrian replied, clearly annoyed with his presence but barely showing it. Ethan’s eyes shifted to me.

I say to the person who caused my coffee to spill and is also walking past me like nothing happened. The person turns his feet from walking out the door and walks back to me. I am trying to clean the coffee stain off my shirt, so I don't know who this rude person is just yet. I lift my head to see who it is, and that is when I understand why the person did not care to say sorry. "What!" Ethan says in his all too familiar deep rude voice. Ethan has pitch-black hair, is 6 feet tall, has a solid build with deep grey eyes that are glaring at me right now, and a sharp jawline that I am sure can cut through anything.

I bet Ethan and him were both carved from the same gigolo stone. “And who might you be?” He asked eyeing me up. Somehow I didn't like the guy so much anymore. “I would be ‘none of your businesses!” I said with a big smile plastered on my face. “Feisty, eh?” he gave me a smirk and a wink. “I’m loving it. Nice catch, Ethan.” “What catch? She’s just another student of mine, pestering me for more info and grades.” Ethan's voice was so cold and emotionless that it threw me off guard. I tried my level best not to let it show on my face.