Novel & Cerita Ethan Frome

“You would not dare. Do not forget, everything you eat and everything you own was given to you by me. “Half the business world in Stormbay answers to me now. If you insist on turning this ugly, do not blame me for forgetting our past.” My whole body stiffened. In that instant, my heart turned completely icy. I had seen Ethan’s ruthless side many times in business, yet I never imagined he would use that same cruelty against me. The tension in the room grew sharper by the second. Olivia suddenly cried out in panic. “Ethan, something is wrong. His asthma is acting up.” Ethan’s face changed at once. He grabbed the child and hurried toward the door without looking at me again. As he passed me, he

A fine dust sifted down from the ceiling, glittering in the weird, pulsing light. Ethan, white as milk and cradling his splinted arm like a priceless treasure, had his eyes squeezed shut. He wasn’t humming his calming tunes now. He was listening with every fiber of his being, his head cocked, his whole face a picture of dawning terror. “It’s… it’s not a song,” he whispered, as if saying it too loud would summon it faster. “It’s a single note. One note, so deep and so old it’s been playing since this mountain was a molehill. It’s the mountain’s own note. And it’s annoyed.”

and warning about “fetal resonance masking.” I was sliding the note into the pocket of my dark sweater when the door creaked open. A beam of lantern light sliced across the floor, lighting up my guilty hands on the open file. I looked up. Ethan stood in the doorway, lantern held high. His face was carved from shadow and unforgiving flame. He wasn’t in night clothes—he was still fully dressed, like he’d never gone to bed. His eyes burned with cold, exhausted fury. He looked from my face to the open cabinet to the file in my hands.

a fraud? A woman who had built a life on a lie, and who was now watching it crumble under the weight of the truth. "Maman?" Ethan was standing at the sliding glass door, his nose pressed against the glass. He looked small. Fragile. "Can I come out?" he asked. "It's cold, baby," she said, her voice sounding thin to her own ears. "I have my coat," he said. He pointed to his blue puffer jacket. "Okay," she said.

"The pups are too much to handle. They have endless demands, and even the shape of their food has to be exactly the way they want it. The worst part is—they're allergic to so much food, yet they refuse to listen and insist on trying things they shouldn't eat." Before leaving, Maria gulped and asked, "How in the world did these pups grow up? Whoever raised them deserves a reward!" Ethan froze. My presence never mattered to him, since I'd always quietly gone about my tasks without complaint. I never asked for much. I was easy to please because I didn't wear expensive clothes, didn't crave rare delicacies, and never asked for pretty jewelry. All I wore were plain, cheap clothes, and I often ate

That was when Tyler understood why Ethan was so bold to come in alone. "L-Let's stay civilized," Tyler quickly stuttered. Just then, Edward's stern voice came from nearby. "Apologize to the official immediately!" Ethan glanced sideways to see Edward walking out with his cane. Edward took the main seat and scrutinized Ethan closely. "You look unfamiliar. You're not from Breeze City, are you? May I know your name?" "Ethan Rivers." Edward smiled. "That’s a good name, and you've accomplished so much at such a young age—far more than my three sons, at least."

Being one gutful lady she had the power of speech indeed when nobody else except her dared to do the same. To displease master Ethan needs heavy guts. Master Ethan Thompson was known to be a man of heavy pride. Nobody dared to point any finger at him. He was scary and too arrogant to accept defeat from others. But when coming to his very own secretary, he always held strange clam though he gets pissed off by her way of spitting bitter facts about him every time. Moments later cold chuckles were heard from the other side making Sylendra's cold face change into a frowned one.

I started to admire his features. Although many demons were good looking when they weren't in their beastly form however I found master Ethane to be different, unlike other demons who would let their hair grow so long it passes their shoulders. He preferred to cut his hair short like humans. And his eyes although they were deep brown they could change color based on his mood and wondered why it was so. I had so many questions in my mind but I couldn't ask him any. Ethane's POV I had a strange dream when I slept on her lap. I really find it strange because I don't dream often, in fact I rarely dream at all. In my dream there was a girl.

He is sure that whoever sent their men to kill Ethan, must have been keeping an eye on his apartment. Ethan lives on the other side of the town. Where Levi’s apartment is in the upscale of the city, Ethan was lucky enough to even have a roof over his head. His apartment was at the shadiest place Levi has ever been to, and Levi has been to his fair share of dubious places. The first ever thing about Ethan that Levi learned besides his name and the fact that he has a sister, was the fact that Ethan isn’t doing well financially. He lives in a one-bedroom apartment in a shabby building.

Arthur nodded his head and got up to get ready. Jake shook his head in disbelief, “I can’t believe you are spoiling my new roomie already.” “Your new roomie is cute,” Ethan said, eyeing at Arthur. “Interested?” Jake asked. “Very much,” “Hmmm. Be careful. He seems like he is into women,” Jake warned his friend. He was very well aware that Ethan was gay. Ethan had been openly gay since he was in high school. Thanks to his free spirit and fun loving character, all of the people who he came across seemed to understand him and love him, love him, and respect him for whatever kind of person he is. And Ethan didn’t give two shits about people who looked at him weirdly for being gay.