Ethan Garcia Novels & Stories

"Ethan, do you know Darius?" Adrian asked as Ethan's car left Lidya's house. "You mentioned something about his father and he came running over, scared?" "At first, when Lidya mentioned him, I didn't really care about him. I knew he was a transfer student from North Bay Academy, a third-semester environmental engineering major, just like Lidya," Ethan said. "But last night, I remembered something and started looking for him. His father was someone my uncle had dealings with."

He watched them for another moment, eyes burning. Then he slipped out of the room like a ghost, closing the door soundlessly behind him. Once outside, he leaned against the wall, chest heaving. His hands shook again, uncontrollably, violently, as the realization finally solidified into something undeniable. Ethan Russo… is Karline’s son. And he looks exactly, painfully, impossibly like me. Reid Carter walked down that corridor slowly.. each step heavy, like carrying the weight of four lost years.. with one truth echoing in his mind:

And then a burst of laughter. He laughed so hard that it began to irritate me. “You got rejected?” he wheezes, clearly enjoying himself. “You? Andre Garcia? Mr. ‘I-don’t-chase-women-they-chase-me’? Oh, man—this is rich.” “Don’t start, Ethan,” I warn, my tone low. “No, no, wait.” He’s still going. “Didn’t you say—and I quote—‘all women are the same’? And that no girl could ever say no to you?”

Stanley West, whose family ran the powerhouse West Energy Group nationwide, six-foot-three, built like a tank, and a straight-up player through and through. Carson Powell, golden boy of a top-tier auto empire, six-foot-three, mixed-race features, steady as they come. When Ethan stepped into view. Kevin shot up from the sofa like a rocket, lunging over to grab his face. "Whoa, you're actually alive? Let me check if this is some plastic surgery imposter." Ethan's brow furrowed, and he snapped Kevin's wrist in a lock, twisting it back hard enough to nearly slam him into the coffee table.

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

I wouldn’t play this fuckers game and I’d be damned if I try to fall in line with what I should do now that I’ve been claimed. I spat at him and I smirked in satisfaction as it hit his face. He lifted his free hand up and wiped it with his hand. Ethan brought it to his mouth and I watched in horror as his tongue darted out and lapped it up. I didn’t even try to hide the disgust from my face. “You disgust me,” I spat.

“ Where are we now? “ I asked, still scared. “ Outside New York City,At one of Mr Garcia’s underground safe houses “ he answered. “ How did you get to start working for such a bad man? “ I asked curiously. “ That’s a story for another day Em,we ain’t got no time by our sides.Mr Garcia and his daughter would soon be here and I would need to sneak out without anyone noticing and come back the same way “ he said as he stood up to leave. “ You know his daughter too “ I asked curiously “ Of course we all know that bitch,been the head guard for Mr Garcia,I have fucked her countless time,she always comes to me begging me to fuck her,such a nasty bitch! “ he said chuckling. “ Do I know her? “ I curi

His glare didn’t waver as he said, “I want to speak with both Luciano and Giancarlo. Now.” Nina’s expression remained unchanged, the hint of amusement still present. “I’m afraid Giancarlo isn’t available to speak with you.” Ethan’s nostrils flared. “Not available? Where is he? I’ll make him available,” he snapped. Nina stayed calm. “That’s not possible. He left the island and won’t be back until dinner.” Ethan’s fists tightened at his sides, the veins in his arms popping. His knuckles went white, and a muscle twitched in his jaw. He took a slow breath, but the anger in him was obvious.

I watch holding my breathe in my chest. When he reaches at a little distance from the post, Ethan dupes the goal keeper into believing that he would take the right shot and instead take a left and scores the first ball for our team. A cheer of delight from the spectators resonate in the ground. Our players bore down on Ethan and he is buried under their embraces. Grace and Gavin are jumping cheerfully beside me. So Ethan is a really good player ! I watch Gabriel and her gang Shout Ethan's name, standing up from the blazers and I feel a strange pain rise in my chest. I wish I could cheer like that.