Ethan Garcia Novels & Stories

Auntie Garcia walked to the table and arranged the tray on the table before she walked back to the kitchen. Scarlet called out to her, "Auntie Garcia. Where is Ethan? Has he left for the company already?" Auntie Garcia said, "Yes. Boss Ethan left for work early today. You were still sleeping when he left." Scarlet sighed. She placed her phone back on the table before she took the mug on the table and poured coffee into it. Then she applied some butter on her bread. She spread the butter onto each bite of bread with light, short strokes. Then, she took a large bite before she took a sip at her coffee. Just then, her phone started ringing. She picked it up and slid on the accept button and sai

Gran asked me about my date and of course I had to spill the bean or else she won't let me go. Finally after midnight I retired to bed but not before receiving a text from Ethan. "Reached home, can't wait to see you tomorrow Carter. Good night. P.s. I know you will be dreaming about me." It was a typical Ethan kind of a text. "I won't be dreaming about you." I texted back with an eye roll emoji. "You need to learn how to lie, Carter." "You leave me alone." "Don't plan to. P.s. Don't go for acting, you already know why." Ethan was again referring me as a bad liar and I guess I really was a bad liar.

Ethan smiled, he couldn’t help it, Garrett was right this girl, little more than a child herself was intriguing. She was a puzzle begging to be solved. He responded “Ethan Shaughnessy” when there was no recognition in her eyes, he turned to Garrett who continued to smile, and said “Ethan, is rather notorious, he graces the tabloids almost as much as you do Angel. Except his is for vastly different reasons. Ethan is one of the most eligible bachelors in this city and commonly thought of as a playboy.” Angel didn’t bat an eyelash as she asked, “What does that have to do with the price of tea in China?” at their odd looks she continued “I don’t care about his personal life, can he get the job d

My stepmom came in too, looking so furious. “Are you sure?” The doctor asked. “Yes. I’m actually busy so please doctor, why did you call?” “Do you know Angelo?” he asked. Carina went silent. I can feel what she is feeling right now. I think she is feeling weird why the doctor knew about him. “How did you know him?” she finally spoke again. “From my patient, Jillian. Do you know her?” “Yes. I know her, Jillian Sagittarius.” “This is insane!” My stepmom yelled in anger.

To his word, Santana Bursted out laughing dryly. " Maximo Santino won't take the offer. Hell, this man is filthy wealthy. He Worth almost eighty trillion Euros. Has more than twenty thousands men and women at his beck and call. A business man and a Mafia Boss who could Kill anyone just by the slightest provocation and you ... " Santana suddenly stop speaking when steady approaching footsteps was heard. " He is here " Carlos announced while sitting right. The three men heartbeat started racing as the sounds of the approaching footsteps drew near and nearer until finally, Maximo Santino pushed open the door and enters.

Diego: “What are you doing?” Giovanni asked, frowning in confusion when he saw one of the pack gammas, Charlie, and I setting the pack arena for a bonfire. “We are setting a bonfire.” Charlie said, and Giovanni frowned. I knew that both men didn’t understand what I was going on about, but I knew that when I brought up the memory, both mom and Giovanni were going to recall it. It was the one that we had when my brother died.

Despite them not really knowing about us being wolves, the fact that she had a lover over her husband was enough to have others putting a question mark. “If it isn’t our famous Pakhan and his beloved maiden” Andreas Garcia, one of the Mexican partners we had. The man was an heir of the Garcia family, and not only was he arrogant, but he was one of the men who had helped with spreading the rumors of the scandal that happened in hopes to benefit from them.

Ethan's eyes bulge out as he glares at Maximo, who only smiles charmingly. “Oh, no one is touching your precious little sister, unless she wants to be touched, of course.” He carelessly comments, and Ethan is on his feet across the table and punching Maximo in the face. Maximo simply laughs. I scream at both of them and run to drag Ethan away. He doesn’t know the true identity of these men. “Maximo is a joker. Don’t take him too seriously.” I stare at Maximo, and his eyes flash warningly. Ethan lands another punch.

Thus, Samantha's home warranted an approval from Ethan. "Here you go, Mr. Wright. A glass of water," Diana Turner said while putting two glasses of the table down at the living room table. After a second of staring at Ethan, Diana turned her attention to Kyle. Then began a series of stares that went back and forth between Ethan and the young boy. A laugh left John Garcia's lips, and he remarked, "I know, I'd had the same gaping moment, just looking at the two." "Ma'am, I'm John Garcia, I am the assistant to Mr. Wright," said John while extending his hand.

Rachel replied, her voice filled with cautious optimism. Liam nodded, glancing back at her. Just then the door to the hospital room opened and Aretha and Ethan walked into the room. Ethan was dressed in a sharp business suit, with a dark gray jacket and matching pants. His white shirt was crisp, and he wore a simple black tie that added to his polished look. Everything about his outfit spoke of professionalism and confidence. It was expected from him, as he was the Vice President of Carrington Investments, a position that carried weight and responsibility within the family company. His demeanor reflected not only his role but the future expectations placed on him.