Ethan Harrison Novels & Stories

"Explain yourself!" Harrison straightened, his arms instinctively pulling Ethan closer. "This is my son," he said firmly. "And I won’t hide the truth any longer." Mr. Blackwood’s mouth fell open in shock. "Harrison, are you saying...?" Harrison nodded, meeting his father’s furious gaze. "Yes. I’m saying that I can’t marry Adrianne. This wedding is over." A heavy silence filled the room. Mrs. Blackwood placed a hand on her chest, looking from Harrison to Ethan and back again. Her face softened, and she stepped closer, her gaze focused on Ethan. "Is he really our grandson?" she asked, her voice gentle now.

Andrew, worried that their guest would be furious, also said, "Sir, he is indeed stupid and has been rude to you. But, I beg you to kindly forgive him." Ethan snorted in annoyance. But, since he really didn't want to stay there any longer, he said, "Never mind, forget it! I ... can't bear to see humans eating shoes. It's ... disgusting!" "Sir, thank you for your kindness," Harris said, who was on the verge of tears. Andrew also felt relieved upon hearing this, “You are so generous. We are truly grateful to you.” Ethan didn't respond and immediately ordered Mark to enter the area.

Rider, he finally stopped, looking him straight in the eyes. Feeling the tension between the two, Mr. Hallow felt uncomfortable for a moment, and then he asked, "Good evening, young man. Are you a guest of Savannah?" A smug smile formed on Ethan's lips, and without taking his gaze off Mr. Rider, he replied with sarcasm dripping in his tone, "As her oldest brother, that should make my wife and I a guest of hers, won't you agree, sir?" As his brows furrowed deeper than before, Mr. Hallow gave Ethan a confused stare and then looked at Mr. Rider, saying, "Harrison, is this true? You have another son that you never told us about?"

Running out of the conference room, I saw Ethan approaching with Rachael behind him and I quickly ran to his embrace, Hugging him tightly with a teary eyes. Ethan pulled me out of his embrace and strode down to the conference room. He had seen Harrison from the camera installed in his office. I could see anger in Ethan’s eyes as he opened the room to meet Harrison. I followed Ethan, trying to stop any further altercation between him and Harrison. But he was Ethan Blackwood, one with a reputation for being ruthless.

Harrison continued speaking, “Never forget that I established my own standing. I also have many connections that have nothing to do with the two of you, and nothing to do with my family name.” Harrison threw them both a steely look. “Now, either you agree to let me be Calix’s doctor, or every single one of us goes down with the ship.” Ethan looked at Harrison seriously, then he grinned sparingly. “You and Calix is not child anymore.” he said with a hint of pride. Ethan stared at Harrison with a serious expression, before cracking a subtle smile. “You and Calix have really grown up,” he remarked, a touch of pride evident in every word.

Simon hesitated to speak, knowing it was unlikely for Ethan to forgive them. However, he thought, what if? Stephen’s sincere apology and revealing the truth could have moved Ethan, making forgiveness possible. With that sliver of hope, he did not stop Harrison. Harrison immediately took an overnight flight to Riveria. It was seven in the morning when he landed, and without any rest, he headed straight for Drakthorn Ridge. His assistant could not help but advise, “Mr. Harrison, you’ve not rested all night. Why don’t you take a break before going up the mountain?”

Despite them not really knowing about us being wolves, the fact that she had a lover over her husband was enough to have others putting a question mark. “If it isn’t our famous Pakhan and his beloved maiden” Andreas Garcia, one of the Mexican partners we had. The man was an heir of the Garcia family, and not only was he arrogant, but he was one of the men who had helped with spreading the rumors of the scandal that happened in hopes to benefit from them.

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

Instead, I watched. I watched as Malum tried to hold a conversation with one of the Harrison brothers, his voice steady but strained, his patience thinning with every word exchanged. It didn’t take long before the tension snapped. What started as a conversation quickly teetered on the edge of a fistfight—shoulders squared, jaws clenched, pride flaring on both sides. And then, right on cue, another Harrison stepped in. A savior. At least, that’s how he made it look.