Ethan Garcia Novels & Stories

“He just told me. She seems to have been sick already and the thing is, the bullet hit her liver. She needs a transplant urgently,” “I can donate…” “I will be the one to donate it, Dean.” Kai said, stopping me. “I owe to her, and you are a smoker, I won’t even mention your drinking habits. She needs the purest, and I have stopped them for a while now. But I can bet on everything that I have that you drink scotch more than you drink water throughout your day.” I froze, looking at the man and he smiled. He wrapped his arm around my neck before looking toward the door where I knew Arianna was being taken care of.

Obviously, the' boss' of this family has returned. Ethan Wharton and Anna Garcia, two people with different surnames, look funny. Which of these three is not the top existence in their respective fields, but at this moment, they are as clever as children.

"Alright, I'll be the first to ask. What's your real name?" "Huh? You already know," he frowned, making me laugh. "It's corny. But okay, so we can get to know each other better. I'm Lily Iris Gamboa Castilian, you are?" He tasted more before answering. "I'm yours," he took my hand and we shook hands. "It's serious," I withdrew my hand. "Ethan Aczeqiel Torres De Dios, Ma'am. Twenty-one years old from Alabang." I nodded. "I'm nineteen by the way...."

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

Kai commented. "Tch! You call that handsome?" Ethan said arrogantly touching his hair. "Narcissist," Ethan was well known for his narcissistic behavior, it wasn't a secret. But indeed, he was a really handsome man. "He has short legs," he said proudly after finding his weakness. "He is not that short," Kai commented but he immediately zipped his mouth seeing Ethan's stare. "Wait, I know him I just remembered," "The celebrity we wanted to endorse Larry, but how does he know the young miss?"

The radio was a low hum of static and a country song about a man losing everything, which felt a little too on the nose for our lives. "You’re thinking too loud again," Ethan said. He was leaning against the driver’s side door, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his knuckles stained with grease from the shift he’d just finished at the marina. At nineteen, Ethan Cole didn't have a billion-dollar empire or a suit tailored in London. He had a jawline that could cut glass, a pair of boots with holes in the soles, and a way of looking at me that made me feel like I was the only thing on earth that wasn't broken.

Alpha Ethan was a man in his late thirties, standing at about 5’7, and his appearance was unusual, yet impossible to ignore. Ethan was dressed in red leather pants that clung tightly to his legs, paired with a plain white T-shirt and a matching red leather jacket thrown over it. His ginger-colored hair was tied into a messy man bun at the back of his head, making him seem so odd and at the same time giving him a weird, careless but striking look. Also, a tattoo of a naked woman was on his neck, adding to the dangerous aura he carried.

Her brother was staring at Hunter Callum with the expression of someone whose entire personality had just been called into question by reality. "You're—" Ethan started. "We're late," Maya said immediately. "But he's—" "Ethan." Hunter looked at Ethan with something that might have been amusement. "Big fan?" Ethan opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "You scored a hat trick against Vancouver in 2022," he said finally, with the gravity of someone reciting scripture. "From center ice. With eleven seconds left." Hunter nodded once. "Good game." Ethan looked like he needed to sit down.

I really had to stop doing that. “Thanks.” “No problem.” The woman looked over my shoulders, and the next second she was gone. What’s up with these people working here? I assumed Fabio Garcia was an evil man who had scared everyone to the point not even his family wanted to be associated with him. After all, he was a man who had shot his own son, intending to kill him. Stop. What if his ghost was haunting the Garcia Factory? A sudden hand on my flank made me jump in surprise, and I let out a loud squeal.