Ethan Frome Novels & Stories

a low, gravelly voice sounded nearby. I turned slowly, a soft, natural smile touching my lips. Ethan Reyes was stepping up the timber stairs from the craft house, carrying a long cedar beam over his broad shoulder. He wore a heavy heather-grey henley with the sleeves pushed up past his forearms, showing muscle forged through years of honest, physical work. His dark, wavy hair caught the golden morning light, and his amber eyes met mine with a steady, captivating warmth that sent a quiet electric pulse through my chest.

"My car broke down while I was returning home from a party so I just decided to walk. Then it started raining and luckily I found my handsome boss on my way. I mean-- nobody could be luckier than me. I'm--" "Fine fine. Where do you live?" "Where do you live?" "That isn't the answer to my question" "Let's go to your place!" "Okay. Get down from my car." "Jeez! Fine! Anyways, I know where you live- I asked Ms Sora. Aren't you on a medical leave, though?" Ethan felt a strong heartburn and got down from his car. He puked out all the beer he had drunk. He was completely drenched in the rain and felt sleepy.

Leaving and working for the Don is not an easy job but the opportunity that comes along with it is as beneficial to themselves. "I have a small feeling that the boss would be so proud of us today," Ethan spat out to his gang members. Ethan had dark short hair that it is across his nape, his eyes, as blue as the sky, but with a depth of fear that would make any man tremble once they see it. It always frightens anyone that sees him like this, maybe not exactly what anyone would expect to see it, but as much as planned, the dreadful thing would be to accept him the way he is.

"You have no idea." ​"Well, lucky for you, Uncle Max is out for the evening, and the shop is completely dead," Ethan murmured smoothly, leaning his elbows on the counter right next to me, his warm scent of cedarwood and clean laundry enveloping me. "Which means you have zero excuses. Let’s work on that Vanderbilt essay track."

Damien looked down at the sleeping man for a brief moment, his expression unreadable, before he continued walking up the stairs. When they reached the bedroom, Damien expertly shifted his weight, using one arm to securely support Ethan while using his free hand to gently arrange the pillows on the bed.After Damien set Ethan down on the bed, he looked at his battered body, his chest tightening with a mix of anger and frustration. It felt like Ethan was a magnet for trouble, and everyone just took turns beating him up. As he watched him, the afternoon sun caught the strands of Ethan’s hair, making it glow like spun gold. That hair had always fascinated Damien. Moving almost on instinct, he rea

When I pushed it open, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and aging oak. Ethan was already there. He was sitting on a wooden crate, a single dim bulb casting long, jagged shadows across the racks of dusty bottles. He looked different in the darkless like a Grant heir and more like the boy who had lost his parents at sixteen. He had a bottle open, but he wasn't drinking much; he was just staring at the label. "You actually came," he said, his voice a low vibration in the small space. "I shouldn't have," I whispered, sitting on the crate opposite him, keeping a careful distance. "If Harrison finds me down here, I’m done. He already looks at me like he knows exactly what I'm thinkin

I tried to step in “He’s from —” “I’m from a poor family,” Ethan said, voice steady even though I could hear the slight tremor. “I don’t have any inheritance. But I have properties I bought myself through hard work. I’m a hockey player, signed with Team Canada.” Pride swelled in my chest. That was my boy, refusing to shrink completely. But my brother ruined it immediately. “You want to marry a gold digger?” Benjamin sneered, rolling his eyes at Ethan. “How original, Hau. Bringing home someone who’ll bleed us dry.”

But what? As if summoned by the universe's twisted sense of humor, the door clicked open with a sharp metallic snap, and in walked Ethan, clothes scuffed, collar stretched, and dirt smudged across his clenched jaw like war paint. He appeared as though he’d just come off a wrestling match on the beach. And judging by the relaxed pace he strolled inside, he hadn’t lost. But shouldn't there be two of them? If two were involved? Khalid let out a low whistle beside me. “Let me guess. You heard.”

Prince explained, “Prince, I don't think I can do something of such, closer with my rival and my greatest enemies, It can't work, believe me, I will never do that,” Ethan said with annoyance, and he walked pit of the warehouse furiously and he went to the seaside where he was untill he was hungry, and he came back, Prince didn't say anything, and when Ethan came back In the evening, he was just watching him,

In the interrogation room, the man came clean and told the officer everything he knew. He was Ethan Dale, who hailed from the countryside. He was too poor to afford a marriage, but April Bloom, who lived in the nearby village, fell in love with him. She did not care that he was dirt poor and insisted on marrying him. Because of that, April’s family loathed her. But April did not care. Ethan was down-to-earth and diligent. When the two of them heard that farmers could get rich by working in the city, they both packed their bags and left.