Ethan Garcia Novels & Stories

Maya's P.O.V "Does everyone know which role they're playing?" Gabe asked. He was also part of the football team, playing as the left tackle. His job was to protect the quarterback's blindside, which was Ethan, to prevent him from getting tackled. Being almost 6'5" tall, everyone referred to him as the mountain. His hair was an unusual mix between a light brown and dirty blonde, slightly ruffled, but he didn't look like he cared. Gabe was reasonably quiet compared to the rest of the team, always did his own thing and minded his own business. He was one of the bearable ones.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

What kind of extraordinary son did Ethan produce? ***

I don't want to complicate things between is any further Okayyyy Ethan's planning something big 😁😁😩😩 Watch out Ava

William asked, immediately answered by a grin from Ethan. ** Ethan Blackwood, a tall and tan-skinned man with a friendly face, was a mix of Hispanic and English heritage. His height was almost the same as Greys. The difference was that Ethan had a more muscular physique due to specialized training. His job as a bodyguard had taught him various martial arts skills. Ethan was the son of William, the head butler at Grey's house. They were childhood friends but had been separated since high school when Ethan chose to attend a boarding school far from the city.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

The computer screen came to life, and his face met me. The beautiful man who held my heart is looking straight back at me. Funny thing is, he doesn’t even realize it. Evan Giovanni Carter, CEO of Magnus Constructions, thirty-four years old, born on the 18th of October. Adopted by Dr. Jacob and Dra. Olivia Carter at the age of four. Harvard Alumni, with a degree in civil engineering. He started as a freelance contractor, the humble beginning of one of the most successful construction companies in New York City.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

Ethan shifted his weight from one foot to the other and I could see him working up the courage to say whatever he’d been planning to tell me. “I spent most of yesterday tracking down people from the volleyball team,” he said finally. “Started with Tyler Rodriguez since he was always the one organizing team stuff back then. He’s at USC now, playing for their team.” “It took me forever to get his number,” Ethan continued, running a hand through his hair. “Had to call three different people and promise to buy drinks next time I’m in LA. But I figured if there really was a bet about you, Tyler would have been the one setting it up.”

He makes me feel a lot of things that I hate feeling. I walk towards his room as I take a deep breathe to look a little confident and sexy. But as soon as I step in, all the air in my lungs is knocked out, Jake Carson was shirtless, beating the punching bag so hard that I felt like it was going to tear into half. Holy fuck. Why God?