Ethan Glen Novels & Stories

My husband, Ethan Glenn, loves making me jealous. He says every time I get jealous over his childhood friend, Samantha Locke, it proves how much I love him. So every anniversary, he lets Samantha play "Mrs. Glenn" for a few days while he and our friends bet on how long I'll last before I snap. The first year, Samantha took a photo in my nightgown, curled up in Ethan's arms. I was furious and snatched it back. Ethan just kissed me and laughed, saying he knew I could never leave him. The second year, he gave Samantha our bedroom and sent me to the guest room. He only let me back in after he saw me tearing up outside. Then he told me she was staying for just

I sent him a glare before turning to face the chefs who have been watching our exchange with obvious discomfort. Putting on my most welcoming smile. "Sorry, you had to watch that. I am Renia. I already said that before but whatever. What are your names?" "I am Ethan and that is my cousin, Theo." The chef with the dirty blonde hair said pointing at the other guy that was standing in the kitchen. Ethan looked like he was in his forties but he still looked good either way and he was big. I mean if you are comparing his size to mine then he was huge, in capital letters while Theo his cousin, looked to be about my age. He was good-looking. Like really gorgeous in that America boy way. Dirty blond

"I am Ethan Ring. Twenty-three years old, but turning 24 this year, on the 14th of February. I studied here in my 1st semester as well. That's all," Ethan said as he sat down, still not taking his eyes off of Chad, who had been grinning.

Ethan smiled brightly as we pulled away from our hug, his dark eyes alight, and he whistled lowly as he looked around Laker’s townhouse; Ostana chuckled at his reaction to the city. “Damn, Ana, your man has money money,” Ethan said, dropping his orange colored duffle bag near his sneakers. “Oh please,” Ostana rolled her honey eyes. “If you think this is amazing, wait till you go to Celeste’s and Emrys’ house - it put this place to shame,”

So pretty much everyone. Since Tony had known him, Ethan had always been very level headed; he was always the mediator of the group and did all he could to calmly avoid conflict. Very wise for his age indeed. Ethan was an average boy born in the same lovely little town of Dresden, Tennessee that Tony was. He had medium brown hair, deep brown eyes, pale skin, and no shortage of freckles. While he wasn't as massive as Ricky, he was easily two inches taller than him. It was unwise for anyone to cross Ethan. It may have been true that he sought peaceful resolutions for any conflict, but if someone who he cared about was picked on or threatened, expect hell, especially if it was Tony. Ricky was b

Ethan POV Hi, my name is Ethan Wood. I used to be special forces in the British army. I was born in a small town called Swanage in Dorset. I had just turned seventeen when my father remarried and had my baby sister Arya. She is everything to me. And now she is a bloody teenager at the age of thirteen.

He shouted, i flinched at his harsh tone,Kevin just nodded. We drove for over an hour and we got to a beautiful mansion, it had a beautiful magnificent gate. I was freezing but I literally froze at the size of his house. He stays here alone? The car parked in front of the mansion and Ethan rushed into it without looking back. I turned to kelvin with a questioning look but he just shook his head and looked away. Kelvin is a man in his late forties I presume , he should know about why Ethan was like this. He has been working here for over ten years now.

He wanted to make it his secret hideaway. “Carter won't stop talking about how his mares are going to love the mountain air and how he wants to add an arena for training or something like that.” He took a sip of wine. “I just smile and nod, and it makes him happy.” Laura chuckled. “You know Mr. Williamson?” The man nodded. “I work with him at the California offices.” He smiled and held out a hand. “I'm Ethan, by the way.” “Laura,” she said, taking the handshake. It was firm and strong, much like she imagined him to be under that suit. She liked the way her hand felt in his and was almost sad when they had to end the handshake.

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.

“But when you grow up, you’ll be nicer than they are, and that’s all that matters.” “Ahem. Moana?” a familiar voice said suddenly. Ella and I looked up. “Uncle Ethan!” Ella said, jumping up and running to the man standing in front of us. Ethan Bradley, the famous artist and the kind man who I met at the orphanage… was secretly a part of the Morgan family?