Ethan Grey Novels & Stories

I hesitated earlier than answering, my coronary heart pounding. “Anita Hayes,” a deep, surprising voice stated . “You’ve brought on pretty much a mess.” “Who is this?” I demanded. The guy chuckled darkly. “Someone who’s been cleansing up Grayson messes for decades. If you believe you studied you’re safe, you’re wrong. You’ve simply made yourself the largest goal withinside the game.” Before I ought to respond, the road went dead, leaving me gripping the telecel smartphone in silence. Ethan leaned closer. “Who turned into that?”

Markus was undeniably the best in his field, his work consistently flawless. "Fine. One million it is. I’ll send you the details soon. But ensure this task is completed as swiftly as possible," she wrote, her annoyance seeping into her words. "Once you wire the money, consider the job done. Have I ever let you down before?" came his confident reply. 'No, you haven't, you smug bastard!' She thought, suppressing the urge to convey her irritation through text. ~~~~~ Nestled within the confines of his room, Ethan was diligently navigating his school's digital files. After successfully persuading his mom and dad to accompany him and his classmates on their upcoming weekend camping trip, there was

I was thinking about something else. "So, your name is Ethan?" I asked him, looking directly at his eyes. "Why did you lie to me? Why were you hiding your name?" I was feeling kind of betrayed as I spoke to him. I looked at him. He tried to open up his mouth to say something but it was already enough for me... "I'm going at the stream. I need to take a walk! You don't have to worry that I am gonna escape! I don’t have wings like Mr. Fatso!"

That’s why we wanted you both here to celebrate with us this evening. I was having trouble finding my voice. I was having trouble believing my sister had met and fallen in love with someone without me knowing anything about it. I was having trouble standing next to Grayson Barlowe without dropping at his Italian leather-clad feet in a swoon. He was wearing a charcoal-grey business suit that highlighted the width of his broad shoulders and the long lean length of his legs. His ink-black hair was swept back off his face similar to his brother’s but, unlike Ethan, Grayson had flecks of grey at his temples, giving him a distinguished, older, and wiser look that somehow made him even more attract

Five years ago, Alpha Ethan rejected me for my curves and my pack ranking. I built a new life and a thriving business. Now, my brother is dying, and the only thing that can save him is a healer I can't afford. Ethan comes with a desperate deal: to carry his heir, and he pays for the cure. I signed the contract with just a deal in mind. To keep me safe during a brutal territory war, I’m hidden away at the Iron Vipers compound, under the personal protection of Jax Mercer. Jax is a half-breed outlaw president known to be brutal and uninterested. Now, as the stakes are raised I’m placed between two men who don’t take no for an answer.

Trees blurred past him as he ran, his powerful legs propelling him forward. Emma’s face filled his mind, her laughter, her smile, and the way she made him feel whole. The bond between them tugged at his heart, guiding him home. Finally, the scent of his pack reached him. The familiar grounds came into view, and Gregory burst through the treeline, his presence undeniable. Several pack warriors, including Sermon, the leader, turned to face him. Their expressions shifted from confusion to recognition as Gregory dropped Evan’s body onto the ground and shifted back into his human form.

he says as he starts the car, he eases it out of the drive way onto the road. “We haven’t exactly been acquainted,” I start and I see him roll his eyes from the rear-view mirror. What is up with his attitude? “I’m Gray, Ethan’s right-hand man and the only voice of reason between us. Nice to meet you Cassandra, I have heard more than enough about you,” his eyes are focused on the road but the bite in his words makes me raise a brow. “Do you have a problem with me?” I ask and fold my arms; he glances at me from the rear-view mirror again.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

‘He’s our air,’ says Selena with a happy smile on her face. I didn’t reply, just understood why, and smiled right back. “Hey,” I say and bump his shoulder, he smiles at me, and in that moment, I truly feel like I can see him for the first time; Ethan is a beautiful man. Grey stormy eyes that resemble the clouds during a thunderstorm, broad built, 6’4, tanned skin from training in the sun. “Have you ever felt like the air does weird things around you?” He looks at like as if I lost my head, but then stops and visibly thinks, “sometimes I think I tell it what to do if I’m being honest.”

"What the hell?" She lowly murmured under her breath. Ethan grinned smugly as he secretly played around with her. So what if he couldn't beat him on a physical or mental level? He could always have fun with his little lamb whilst he was away. He noted that the girl was trying to catch him out, which was odd since normal humans couldn't sense them so quickly. M: Stop messing around Ethan! E: I'm sorry, it's just fun seeing her so confused.