Ethan From Dance Academy Novels & Stories

“You mean… like a date?” “I mean,” Liam said, leaning closer until Ethan could smell the coffee and peppermint on his breath, “that if I’m going to play the part of your perfect partner in front of the elite, I need to know how the lead dancer moves. Seven o’clock, Ethan. Wear something that makes you look less like a librarian and more like the man who’s going to redefine the city skyline.” **************

She likes dancing but not guys, she actually hates them. She must have danced for an hour straight. She was thirsty and her throat felt dry from shouting on the dance floor. She felt the need for some booze. She went to the bar and was about to order when someone approached her and to her surprise even hugged her. She was about to slap him when he called Keanna. She heard a loud ringing noise in her head then she blacked out. “My long lost best friend, Keanna!” Keanna looked at him, she couldn’t recognize who he was, she thought her friend called her.

Ethan held Ava's hand as he brought her to the dance floor. In a dimly lit room adorned with soft candlelight, Ethan and Ava gracefully glide across the dance floor, captivated by the enchanting melody of the love song. Ethan tall and confident, possesses an air of elegance that reflects in his every movement. With a strong yet gentle presence, he leads the dance with finesse and charm. His tailored black suit molds perfectly to his frame, accentuating his broad shoulders and conveying a sense of sophistication. His dark hair is neatly combed, framing a chiseled face adorned with a well-groomed beard.

"Of course I do. I wanted you to end up with David before because he was rich and only a rich man would he good enough for my daughter, but now that is another catch who is way richer and from what I've seen way more handsome than that David, I want my you to go for him" " And I will". I nodded. " Or maybe I already have". I said suddenly creating some kind of tension. " Do you know that Marina, Rachel and I knew Ethan from high school?" I asked her and her mouth opened wide in shock. I nodded sitting up straight. " Marina and Rachel normally bullied him because he was the one who always took the first place from Rachel in high school". Martha nodded her head unconsciously.

They had an arranged marriage, but they fell in love. “I’m sorry, sir,” Oh, shit! The devil just started to talk! Someone please kill me before this gets out of hand. “I haven’t introduced myself yet, I’m Ethan Whitmore, trainee teacher at Imphal High School. I'm helping her get extra credits for college. I arrived earlier than usual today to check on her recent project and she offered me breakfast, since she was about to have hers. But I’ll be leaving now. Sorry for intruding. I’ll set our class at a later date.” Ethan gave me a look and then pointed to the door. The message was clear, “Meet me outside.”

Bianca's POV Chioma took me to the dance floor, and I danced away, my jamb score is out and I scored 258points, my SSCE exam was excellent, the result is yet to be out but I'm sure of the things I wrote, kayla and I are now really close, I've the best, loving and caring boyfriend, my life is changing for the best gradually. After dancing, I went back to where I left Ethan but he wasn't there, I checked everywhere I couldn't find him, I just assumed he's in the rest room, he'll be back soon.

Elias laughed as Elara spun him carefully, the night feeling lighter than it had in days. Then Ethan took the small stage at the front, grabbing the mic with a confident grin. “Welcome, everyone! Glad you all showed up. Tonight is about fun, no drama, just good vibes. So dance, drink, enjoy yourselves!” His eyes found Elias in the crowd. “Especially our star skater. Glad you made it.” The crowd cheered. Elias smiled awkwardly, waving lightly. Then Ethan found him again on the dance floor. They moved together, close but not touching too much, the chemistry easy and flirtatious. Ethan leaned in, whispering something filthy that made Elias laugh despite himself.

" 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.

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.

The room smelled faintly of polished wood and leather, and the quiet was immediate — a stark contrast to the chaos of the lobby. “Get me a girl,” Ethan muttered, his voice low and commanding. “Someone who can dance. Someone unforgettable.” Mr. Harlan hesitated. “Sir, we can arrange—” “Do it.” Ethan’s sharp gaze silenced him. Minutes later, a knock came. She opened the door.