Novel & Cerita Ethan Garcia

The constant tension I used to have in London felt so distant now; I could hardly remember what it felt like anymore. “Antonio,” a calm voice called from the shade near the garden wall, “if you keep planting your weight forward like that, someone’s eventually going to use your momentum against you.” Ethan barely looked up from the book resting across his knees as he spoke. At eleven years old, he was practically a clone of Jose. The same sharp eyes and the same terrifying habit of observing everything before speaking. Unlike Jose when he was little, Ethan was ready for a fade at any time. Meanwhile, across the lawn, Antonio exhaled sharply, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his

"Just you wait, Emma!" "What should she be waiting for?" Ethan suddenly asked icily. "For your father to come and back you up?" He stood up, which immediately made it apparent that he had a height advantage over Jack. "Or are you asking for her to wait until you've returned from buying yourself a diploma in Ezelia?" "Who are you?" Jack demanded with false bravado. "Ethan Knight from the Department of Mathematics in Maracasus Institute of Technology," Ethan replied slowly and clearly. "First-prize winner in the international math competition, and a member of the Amerasia national math competition team.

A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”

"You are not easy to investigate, Lorenzo, but from the look of things,she is your woman." Ethan chuckles. "Neither are you,Arnold." Turning to me,he gives a bright smile. "Honey,this is my business partner from abroad. Mr. Gavin Arnold. Gavin,meet my wife and mother of my sons, Avery Rosaline Lorenzo." Mr. Gavin stretches his hand for a handshake. "It is a pleasure meeting you, madam Lorenzo." I separate from Ethan and accept the handshake with a polite smile. "Same here, Mr. Gavin." "How about we go talk about busin—"

The friction felt dirty and good. Then the groups mixed again and that is when he walked over. Tall guy with messy athletic hair that looked like he just rolled out of bed after fucking someone senseless. Warm brown eyes locked on me and a confident smile that made my stomach flip. Lean build from soccer I guessed the way his shirt stretched across his chest. Ethan. “Alright who is up next,” he said, sliding into our circle easily. His voice had this deep rumble that hit me straight between the legs. “I’m Ethan, sophomore soccer team. Fun fact I once scored a goal with a broken toe and still partied after.”

My grandma yelled as she got out of the the car slamming the door behind her. “ she said she was sorry for not being able to make it here because she had some kids to deal with. I guess Briella has her hands full.” I chuckled “ Well I’m so glad you can make it!” giving me a big hug “ I see you brought the two trouble makers of your own with you.” grandpa adds standing by the driver seats door “ Yes, sir you remember Creed he’s my beta now and this is Ryan he’s younger brother, hes my gamma” I explain nodding my head in respect. I might be the alpha now but I know better than to cross my grandpa

He looked old and sullen. The man to the right of Argus was a young man, about 20 at most with slick backed brown hair and a smattering of stubble along his face. He had a few scars and tattoos on his arms. He was the rapist father to one of the breeder's children. He was forced to work as a lowly warrior rather than the higher up one he was meant to become.

he stepped away from my chubby hands trying to reach for his phone. I pouted and resigned myself. The pictures were really sexy. I really don't take pictures but I think I should try , I look good in them. We talked for a while with drinks in hand. I was having a blast . Till my eyes met a certain someone. "What is he doing here?" I stared at Ethan in shock. In awe at how hot he looked and in slight pain at his close proximity with a beautiful red haired beauty. He was dressed in black pants and matching knee length jacket. He wore gloves; his smoking thick gelled hair stood out . His eyes were like the storm , the grey blazed in the night making me shiver.

He's a different story; he's one sick son of a bitch, not to mention he knows people, and I know those people are even worse than we are. I opened the door to my office, and we walked in quietly. On one of the chairs, I saw a man in his late fifties with gray hair; his eyes looked like he had lost his soul, and the bags under his eyes told me he hadn't slept in a while. I can't help but wonder what his story is. “Johnny, this is Carter; he will give us all the information that we need," Ciro introduced us. I nodded my head and looked at Carter. "We have a few questions, and I want you to answer them truthfully. Do you understand?" I asked in a tone that said I don't give second chances.

I wish this game would put him back on the captaincy pedestal. “Holy shit,” Xander muttered beside me, watching with wide eyes. “He’s playing the best I’ve ever seen him.” “That’s my boy,” I shouted again, shocking myself. I was Xander chuckled under his breath. “Damn right he is .” The commentators voices boomed as they talked about Ethan, noticing the way he played today. “ETHAN CARTER IS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE TONIGHT!” “THIS MIGHT BE THE BEST GAME IN HIS CAREER!”