Ethan From Unexpected Novels & Stories

He reached out his hands and picked up the phone, swiped the screen to answer, and pressed the speaker button. Ethan's worried voice came through the phone: “Alexa, thank God you finally picked up; I was so worried. Where did you run off to? I was just about to call Major Randy after checking the CCTV footage. Are you still in the underground club?” At the other end of the phone, Ethan, who had said everything in one breath, realized there was no response and checked the screen to see if the call was still connected. Alexa looked at the devilish dark smirk on Morgan's face that made him look cold as if he were an ice prince, making her shiver involuntarily as if she were in an ice cave and c

I wonder what they promised her. I hear a clap unlike the thunder from earlier. This one seems closer. I hear it again, a slow clap forming as Cal stands appearing from the bushes. The spell stops as Odette, Tobin and Ataz all turn to look at him. “What are you doing here, Cal?” Odette snaps, her mixed blue and brown eyes glinting in the dark.

“Don’t let him.” Ethan turned toward her, voice low and solemn. “I won’t. Not this time. He picked the wrong family.” Thunder rolled in the distance again, echoing the storm that refused to fade from their lives. But this time, Ethan wasn’t standing alone against it. He had her. They had each other. And that made them unstoppable. Later that night, as Ethan closed his laptop and prepared for bed, a soft ping came from his inbox. One new message. No sender. No subject.

“Color?” Ethan nodded with certainty. “Yes. His name was like… the color one.” He tapped his chin like a miniature philosopher. “But I forgot.” Karline smiled and brushed his hair back. “Okay, okay. Color uncle.” Ethan pouted. “Mammaaa, I really need cola lollipop tomorrow. I promised him.” Karline laughed under her breath. “Oh really? You made a promise to this mysterious uncle?” Ethan nodded proudly. “Yes. He was sad. So I give him cola next time.”

I was hoping to see her genuine reaction. “Then where do you want to go?” she asked, starting the engine. “Home,” I said. Then I picked up my phone and turned on the live stream. There was Ethan, sitting comfortably in what I guessed was his office space at home. “Good evening, everyone,” his voice was not cheerful, but it was polite. The screen was immediately flooded with comments. “Scumbag!” “Get out of the entertainment industry!” “Apologize and leave! No one will forgive you!”

Ethan was in the middle of making tea when the knock came. He froze, kettle humming softly on the cooking gas, heart jumping for reasons he didn’t immediately understand. Dan wasn’t expecting anyone. Neither was he. The knock came again. Ethan turned off the cooking gas and wiped his hands on his jeans, moving slowly toward the door. A strange unease crept up his spine, the kind that came when something unexpected brushed too close to a wound that hadn’t closed yet.

Like time had paused just to listen to us I looked away, because I couldn't look him in the eyes. This was entirely unexpected, and not in my books. My voice came out quieter than I expected. “How?” Ethan exhaled slowly, like he had been waiting for that question. “I don’t know exactly how it happened,” he admitted. “But I woke up earlier. Years earlier. With memories I shouldn’t have.”

“You’re not alone in this anymore, Ethan. You never were.” He didn’t answer. His head dropped back against the wall beside mine. The silence between us was the first peaceful thing in hours. But it didn’t last. A beep split the air. Not from the security console. From Ethan’s phone. He snatched it up. Read the message. Froze. “What is it?” I asked. He showed me the screen. Unknown Number: “If you want the antidote for what was in that gas, you’ll meet me alone. No tricks this time, Julian. You have three hours.”

“But when you grow up, you’ll be nicer than they are, and that’s all that matters.” “Ahem. Moana?” a familiar voice said suddenly. Ella and I looked up. “Uncle Ethan!” Ella said, jumping up and running to the man standing in front of us. Ethan Bradley, the famous artist and the kind man who I met at the orphanage… was secretly a part of the Morgan family?

Like everything was fine. "That was… unexpected," he said, his voice too calm for my liking. Isn't he supposed to be mad or something? "Unexpected? Really?" I snapped, turning to face him. My voice was sharp and harsher than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. "You didn’t know she was coming?" "I swear, I didn’t," Ethan replied, raising his hands like he was surrendering or something. “Look, It’s not a big deal. She’s just someone from my past."