Novel & Cerita Ethan Grey

With that, he walks towards the dressing room. Ethan Francis is a professional photographer. He is good looking, tall, sharp-featured, well built, has a balanced weight, and intelligent. He was the man any woman would say yes to. And also the go-to man, for all the wannabe models and the supermodels to be.

“I don’t like you being in the middle of things you don’t understand,” Middle of what? Before I could press further, a smooth voice interrupted. “Adrian. I was wondering when you’d show.” Tall. Blond. A tailored suit that probably cost more than my flight here. He was confident in a way that didn’t need permission. Ethan Grey. Larry’s cousin. Investor. The type of man who made rooms feel like playgrounds. “Ethan,” Adrian replied, clearly annoyed with his presence but barely showing it. Ethan’s eyes shifted to me.

He didn’t look at all remorseful for being late. He casually walked into the room and leaned against the desk at the front. His air of indifference was palpable, and it made Lily’s blood boil. “Ethan,” he replied coolly, smirking as he glanced at the professor. “I’m Ethan Grey. I’m sure we’ve met before. Don’t you remember me?” The professor’s expression flickered between disbelief and irritation. “Right. You’re the one who always manages to walk in late and make everyone wait.”

“You never want to talk about anything when it’s inconvenient for you.” His stare remained on me for a fraction of a second. “And you think picking a fight while I’m driving is smart?” I didn’t answer. My nails dug into my palms as I turned away, swallowing the urge to keep pushing. Then his phone rang. The sound sliced through the air, vibrating against the console. A private number. Ethan hesitated, then answered, his voice changing instantly—low, controlled, businesslike. “This is Ethan Steele.” I listened without meaning to. His eyes darkened as whoever it was spoke, his body tensing.

Ethan said and smirked, revealing a perfect set of teeth. I took a good look at Ethan, and it pissed me off even more. He had gotten even sexier over the years. He was six foot three, tall, dark, and handsome. Taller than I remembered. I could see the outlines of his muscles underneath the well fitted expensive white shirt that was paired with an Armani suit. Typical. His eyes were a brighter shade of blue, and his face looked sharper. The bastard was aging like a fine wine. He didn't have a ring on his finger, which means he wasn't married or anything. Not that I cared.

a low, gravelly voice sounded nearby. I turned slowly, a soft, natural smile touching my lips. Ethan Reyes was stepping up the timber stairs from the craft house, carrying a long cedar beam over his broad shoulder. He wore a heavy heather-grey henley with the sleeves pushed up past his forearms, showing muscle forged through years of honest, physical work. His dark, wavy hair caught the golden morning light, and his amber eyes met mine with a steady, captivating warmth that sent a quiet electric pulse through my chest.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Currently I've already met 3 of the chosen ones. One of them was called Ethan locks who was a male vampire and of pure blood, he has blond hair that reached down to his neck like a rock star style along with green eyes and a pointy chin. He is also quite tall and loves to flirt with cute boys furthermore, he doesn't hide the fact he likes boys despite when I first met him, I thought he was more of a shy person as he doesn't talk a lot in front of me. However when he sees a cute boy, he goes into an overdrive and turns into a completely different person which was quite amusing to see. His personality is also kind and quite geeky in some ways which isn't bad. I met Ethan in California, he was

"I was worried when I couldn't find you this morning." Ethan's smile didn't waver, but something sharp flickered in his eyes – something that made Zara wonder if his wholesome charm was as natural as it seemed. "Friend of yours?" "Fiancé, actually." Adrian's fingers flexed against Zara's hip, sending sparks of awareness through her body despite her best efforts to remain unmoved. "Adrian Cross. And you are?" "Ethan Grey." He stood, offering his hand with a confidence that seemed at odds with his earlier friendly demeanor. "Just keeping your lovely fiancée company over coffee."

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.