Ethan From Dance Academy Novels & Stories

Ethan have to leave early tonight as he has to teach the other students. Ethan is a choreographer, because of his popularity and he’s really good at dancing, a lot of agencies called him just to get him. Aside from that, he’s known for being a good painter, he started to post his paintings on his social media when we started a new life. He painted me before and that painting became popular and a lot of people are supporting him after that. *** “I’m sorry, I really don’t know whom I should call. I’ll try to go home early, promise!” I gave Shia an assurance.

he joked but I understood Ethan’s reputation and how it would give away his supposed external ruthlessness “You owe me a song” I teased and he nodded in agreement Soon, a cool music began to play in the background and Ethan rose “May I have this dance?” “Yes you may” I replied, standing up taking his hands and guiding me to the dance floor We started to move in tune to the song. Soon, the music music changed to a slow, soulful one and we moved in sync Ethan met my gaze with affection and unspoken words “I know I’m beautiful. You don’t have to say” I said and he let out a gentle and soft laughter

Nicholas looked very angry. The cafe customers ran out of the area, leaving only a few waiters standing with frightened expressions. The man did not look at Niko and immediately turned to Ethan, "Are you Ethan? Are you the one who rejected Mr. Joe's offer?" Ethan, who was helping Nicholas pick up a cell phone, raised his head. "I am Ethan. What's the problem?" One of Ethan's men stepped forward, but Ethan didn't give them a chance. With quick movements, he beat them all up, throwing them out of the cafe.

She wondered what might've transpired between them in the past to have made Ethan act that way. "Ethan, it's best if you reduce your alcohol intake." Thea cautioned. Thea watched as some werewolves took out their partners to the dancefloor. She didn't care about any of that, especially since she had two left toes. Thea was bad at dancing and she hoped that Ethan wouldn't request for them to dance. Thea felt a light tap on her shoulder and she turned to see Alpha Zane behind her. "Your highness, you look beautiful tonight, may I have this dance?." He asked politely.

He picked up his cigarette and smoke it back, “Don’t start…” I warned. “And don’t tease me badly onstage.” I puffed the smoke from my mouth. “How can I not? I am expected to seduce you in our dance. Before that, I should bite your neck.” “Ordinary bite, okay? Don’t be too teasing or too rough.” “Trey most probably wanted to see our dancing scene, though. That was our homework, remember?” “Let’s show him how we progressed, then?” Suddenly the door to backstage opened. Ethan walked out with Pax.

Filling his chest with air, he drank all the liquid in his glass and then turned to Matt: " Let's Dance! – and it wasn't a request. The boy found himself dragged onto the dance floor, but he didn't complain. Deciding to have fun at all costs, Alexis gave himself over to dancing. Luckily, Matt was a great dancer. And, of course, he made his jokes, making Alexis laugh. During the entire dance, he simply avoided looking at Ethan's table. I didn't even know if he was there. Maybe she was also partying on the runway with her blonde friend! By the end of the song, I was winded and even happy! Only then did he notice some people applauding them. She looked embarrassed, but Matt bowed gracefully. It

All clean lines and expensive clothes, slowly surrendered to spit‑up and fingerprints and soft exhaustion. God. Lukas couldn’t wait. Just beyond them, Jess was dancing with Ethan’s kid, Caleb. He was serious in his little tux, trying to spin her despite Jess having to duck. Ethan stood a few steps away, watching them with an expression that said this is mine to protect, and this is already mine to be proud of. Lukas felt it settle in his chest. Yeah. That. That was coming for him too. Which was deeply unfair, because he’d just signed up for full ownership of Aiden and hadn’t been able to get anywhere near him since their first dance ended.

he exclaimed. Ethan? Daddy? Gross. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that," I said quietly, but Jacob laughed, thinking I was joking. "Roman and I are gonna go dance. How about it?" Ethan practically grabbed him by his collar and dragged him to the dance floor without waiting for his reply. Roman didn't seem to mind and looked happy as if he just found heaven. Sucker. "Me too. Let's dance," I declared and dragged Jacob along. I watched Ethan dancing, and I had to admit that the jerk was a good dancer. Why did he have to be so goddamn perfect? So unfair. For once, I needed him to make a fool of himself.

I’m sorry if I crossed a line. Ethan shook his head. ''No, it’s fine. It’s just… no one’s ever done that before. I’m surprised you knew how to calm me down so easily.'' Alex smiled faintly, said nothing, and sipped his whiskey. Then he asked. ''Would you like to dance?'' Ethan declined at first, but Alex insisted gently until he gave in. Alex stood, offering his hand. Ethan looked at him, then at the hand, and smiled. He placed his hand in Alex’s, and Alex led him to the dance floor.

The drink was smooth, and the heat enveloped me immediately. "Let's go," Ethan urged, tugging me towards the dance floor. “I don’t dance,” I insisted, planting my feet firmly. "Of course you do," he replied, turning me to face him. The beat throbbed through the ground, the tempo unmissable. Ethan was unexpectedly skilled at this—guiding without overpowering, his gestures smooth and self-assured. Initially, I felt tense, aware of the gaze focused on us. However, Ethan’s captivating energy drew me closer, and before long, I was laughing and moving to the rhythm.