Ethan Frome Novels & Stories

The smell of fried rice always cooked on my birthday. I trembled. Not because of the cold, but because the emptiness began to feel normal. I closed my eyes, trying to recall the song from my childhood. But no notes came. Only the echo of an empty place. Footsteps approached. I opened my eyes. Someone came. But not a spirit. It was Ethan. His body was covered in wounds, but his eyes still burned—angry, confused, frightened. But beneath all of that, there was something stronger. Determination.

Ethan resembled a teenager who got caught making out with his first girlfriend by his mother and I resembled a shaking leaf. Fun facts; 1. Ethan is a CEO of one of the biggest companies in the whole of New york. Winter Fox : Daughter of Nicholas Fox, An editor at the local Newspaper agency, a nerd and a Romance writer/ erotica (Which I rather eat my brother sock than my family finding out about it) “Get back here,both of you” he roars. We didn't need to be told twice. Ethan and I scrambled to our feet and took our respective seats ignoring the mess of the dining table.

He glared at the woman and said, "This is my brother. He's not a beggar. You better watch your filthy mouth." The woman jolted in fear because of his cold gaze. She hurriedly turned around and kept quiet. Wilbur scoffed, and he continued to eat with Ethan. He was finally full after a while. Wilbur passed him a tissue and said, "Now, tell me what happened." Ethan sighed and started to tell his story. Ethan retired from the military and received over ten million dollars from Wilbur. He returned to his hometown, which was a small town in Kardon Province.

I was feeling euphoria perceiving how huge the surrounding were exceptionally enormous like that of Earnest's manor. I can't completely accept that Ethan is additionally from a tycoon home. I can feel my grin out of control Ethan is astounding I must say he is every woman’s dreams he is so nice not egotistical Like Earnest, I look into his eyes I could see it meandering in the sweet the explanation which I don't have the foggiest idea. We were greeted by a uniformed butler who was standing by the door entrance.

He spoke to Ethan in a condescending tone. It wasn't that Ethan had never received such insults from other people. In fact, he received them too often. However, this insult made him feel truly degraded. Not only did the man look at him with disgust, but he also treated him like a disgusting animal. He guessed that the man knew his background. Therefore, he seemed to have a reason to put Ethan down. Ethan Miller came from a lower class family. His parents had abandoned him when he was still a child. They weren't dead, but had deliberately thrown him out onto the street as if they didn't care about him.

All of it — the shell company, my mother’s late-night discovery, the argument in the garden three days before she died, the posture Frank had described, the name he’d finally given up. Ethan went very still. I watched something close behind his eyes, a door sliding shut the way it always did when the pain became too large to leave visible. “He’s certain,” Ethan said finally. It wasn’t a question. “He said he only saw the man once, from a distance. He wasn’t certain of a face. Only the posture.” “That’s not nothing.” “It’s not everything, either.” I reached for his hand, and he let me take it, though his fingers stayed tense in mine. “Ethan. I need to ask you something, and I need you to actu

Ethan Cross was a brat. He was a twenty-two-year-old trust fund baby with a sharp tongue, an overinflated ego, and a trust fund that could buy a small country. He was used to getting everything he wanted, and he loved making grown men feel small. But today, he had made a fatal mistake. He had humiliated the wrong man.