Ethan Grey Novels & Stories

Caroline Lightwood After talking to Cade Grey, the CEO of the reporting company 'Gnewz' from the group of companies owned by his family THE Greys for over an hour I started preparing for today's meeting. Yes and this is the CEO of the company who wrote that article. He was my friend in college. He even had crush on me, but when I told him I liked someone else, he understood it and we remained good friends. Ethan was always jealous of him or any male I talked to, as a matter of fact. Whatever stop thinking about that jerk. I can't believe he didn't called back. At least of not for me he should have done it for my children. I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only k

Ralph replied with a happy look. At night Ethan was sleeping, sweating, he was having a bad dream. "Ahhhh" he woke up, panting. Mr and Mrs.Welsh were on the bed kissing, they both heard Ethan's voice, rushed to his room, "honey, what is wrong?" Mrs.Welsh asked, "I saw the both of you dying in my dream" Ethan replied while still sweating, "go to sleep son" Mr.Welsh requested, Ethan went to sleep. Mr and Mrs.Welsh both kiss Ethan on his forehead, watching Ethan sleeping. Both went back to their room. Mrs.Welsh who was thinking about what Ethan told them. Told her husband that she would like to say something tomorrow morning.

I felt Gavin cleared his throat and lent out his hand to the three and gave them a charming smile. “It is an honor to be in your acquaintance, Miss Campbell and Mister Quinns,” he smiles as the three all shook his hand. “Are you kidding? It is an honor to be in yours! I mean, it’s not everyday you get to see the Marquess of Anglesey and be able to shake his hands!” Blair proclaims, making me cough a bit out of shock. “What do you mean? Who is a marquess?” The group chuckles as Gavin speaks again.

I sobbed. "Esha I don't think it is him. You can ask him directly. Maybe you misunderstood." Dua tried convincing me. "You better stop it Dua. Shakshi Tanwar has grey eyes. She freaking had grey eyes. And Aadhvik even he have the same grey eyes." I said. "Don't be dumb Esha, there are many people with the same grey eyes. Don't be so stupid." Dua yells. I found his potrait hung on the wall. Looking at his face itself made me feel disgusted. I got up and threw that potrait down.

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.

Ethan slammed his palm down on the table, and the wood cracked under the force. I watched him from behind the one-way glass, and for the first time in years, he was angry for me. His rage wasn't directed at me—it was protecting me. A pack member brought in Lyra's file and set it down in front of Ethan. "Lyra Storm." He read the name out loud, and his voice went hollow. "Your father is... Zach Storm?" He looked up sharply, and his face went pale. Lyra's smile turned vicious. "That's right." She leaned forward, and her chains rattled against the metal chair. "I should really thank you for these past few years. You threw away your own sister for me, and if my dad could see how well I've done, h

He searched: *Damien Grayson*, *Roman Grayson*, *Grayson family*. The results were thin, close to nothing. Public records showed Damien as a tenured professor—serious, composed, sleeves always rolled down to hide his tattoos. Roman was a literal ghost: no social media, no public profiles. A few old articles mentioned *Grayson Enterprises* in passing—real estate, private security, vague holdings—but nothing concrete, nothing he could tie directly to Damien’s family. It was like they barely existed. Nothing about the mafia. Nothing about the tattoos or the blood. Just shadows.

Nicholas asked curiously. Ethan began to tell the story, "You know ... it turns out I once did a good deed by saving one of those two men. At that time ... I didn't know who he was. I only recently found out that the person I saved was Xavier Meyer. A well-known businessman whose face is rarely exposed by the media." Ethan paused for a moment, looking at Nicholas's expression. "You must have heard that name, right?" Ethan asked, ignoring Nicholas's expression, which looked foolish again.

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

He'd spent too long at the top of the Nightclaw ranks to let anyone walk in and trample his pride. He hurled his glass to the floor, shattering it. "Who the hell do you think you are? Barging onto my turf and ruining my night? You'll leave here in a body bag!" He turned, ready to call in reinforcements. But no one moved. Everyone knew—Ethan had already locked the place down. His men were everywhere. Someone pulled the drunken elder back, whispering sharply, "Are you insane? That's Ethan, the Alpha of the Duskrend pack. The Lycan Chairman. You wanna end up dead tonight?"