Ethan Grey Novels & Stories

He retrieved his ID and held it out to Ethan. Ethan rushed forward, snatching the card from Grayson’s hands. “I’ll be back,” he said, determination etched on his face. Grayson nodded, replying coolly, “The driver will be waiting for you outside.” Without another word, Ethan stormed out, leaving Ariana and me in a whirlwind of emotions as we processed the weight of the moment. ***

The car stopped in front of the apartment building and Ethan leaned down to get a better look. “You stay here? Isn’t this Skylar’s apartment?” He asked. “Yes and yes it is.” Grey answered opening the door as he got out. “I see, well you should get going. I need to go see how check up on her.” Grey pushed the door shut after taking out his bag. “How is she?” Grey asked. “Still the same.” Ethan answered his eyes had a glint of sadness in them. He put on his best smile and faced Grey. “I’m sure she’ll scold me for sounding so hopeless.” He chuckled lightly rubbing the back of his neck.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

You're so hopeless! Shut the fuck up conscience! "Oh, I know you do". His smirk widened. Ethan Whitmore, despite being a jerk and an amazing teacher, was Godly handsome...had I mentioned that? He had short blonde hair and leaf green eyes that anyone can get lost into, even me, I admit. But he was a womanizer and a heart breaker and he never did girlfriends. He only slept with the senior girls above eighteen...probably the female teachers too; well I think he slept with anything with a pussy.

Inorder to successfully run the affairs of the pack I need the education. Sorry fellows. My name is Ethan Gray. I'm the first and and only son in my family. My father is the current alpha Daryl Gray and my mom is the current Luna , May Gray of the Grayhound pack. So this particular day I woke up feeling quite restless. I am 18 now and still haven't found my mate. I should have found her the day I turned 16 but I didn't. I really didn't care much but now I do. Reason being my dad insists he can only give me the alpha title the day I get my mate.

The computer screen came to life, and his face met me. The beautiful man who held my heart is looking straight back at me. Funny thing is, he doesn’t even realize it. Evan Giovanni Carter, CEO of Magnus Constructions, thirty-four years old, born on the 18th of October. Adopted by Dr. Jacob and Dra. Olivia Carter at the age of four. Harvard Alumni, with a degree in civil engineering. He started as a freelance contractor, the humble beginning of one of the most successful construction companies in New York City.

August insisted. Grey was very surprised he forgot to reply. "Your name is Grey, right? My name is August, August Wright. Can I talk to you for a moment."August asked respectfully. "Umm..uh.." Grey was still lost in thought. He didn't know what to reply to his question. Suddenly, Alex then leaned to Grey and whispered, "Hey who is this guy? Do you know him?" Grey then came to his senses, he quickly answered, "Of course I don't, he suddenly talked to me. And get away from my face, you're too close."

I say to the person who caused my coffee to spill and is also walking past me like nothing happened. The person turns his feet from walking out the door and walks back to me. I am trying to clean the coffee stain off my shirt, so I don't know who this rude person is just yet. I lift my head to see who it is, and that is when I understand why the person did not care to say sorry. "What!" Ethan says in his all too familiar deep rude voice. Ethan has pitch-black hair, is 6 feet tall, has a solid build with deep grey eyes that are glaring at me right now, and a sharp jawline that I am sure can cut through anything.

“You are one of the top three richest people on the Forbes list now. You have money, power, and status. You would never throw all that away. “You are just an idiot who got played by a woman. Vivian was the only one stupid enough to stay by your side.” “You still dare mention Vivian?” The rage inside Ethan exploded. His hand tightened so much it seemed like he might crush her neck. Around them, the sounds of cameras snapping grew louder. Phone flashes lit up nonstop. The assistant rushed forward and grabbed Ethan’s arm. “Mr. Ferguson, not here. This is getting too much attention.” Only then did Ethan snap back to his senses. He looked around at the crowd gathering nearby and the dozens of pho

The heavy brass bell chimed softly as I walked in, the warm scent of retro vinyl and old paper instantly wrapping around me like a protective shield. ​"Hey, rockstar." ​Ethan Grey stepped out from the back supply room, and the sight of him instantly made the heavy knot in my stomach loosen. He looked effortlessly safe and handsome, wearing a soft, ribbed cream cardigan over a faded graphic tee and dark denim that hung perfectly on his lean six-foot frame. His tousled dark curls were messy in the best way possible, and that endearing dimple flashed on his cheek as his warm hazel eyes took in my house appearance.