Ethan Harrison Novels & Stories

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.

Harrison didn't say anything which I thought was better than what he usually does. Harrison placed the whiskey on the center table and then looked at us one after the other. "I really don't understand why you all are fussing because I cleaned my house. I did not realize that keeping your place tidy is now a crime," he said, shaking his head as he walked out again. I guess to get wine glasses for Ethan and Nathan. Nathan's laughter had died down. He shared a glance with Ethan and both burst out laughing, clutching their tummies. Ethan was still snorting while Nathan was wiping tears out of his eyes with his sleeve. It took them some minutes until they stopped laughing.

​Because I wasn't alone. ​"I’m telling you, he once spent three hours trying to track down a rogue squirrel because he thought it was a spy from the neighboring pack," Ethan laughed, his shoulders bouncing under his leather jacket. "The guy has zero chill. He’s had a stick up his ass since he was twelve." ​A genuine, breathless laugh escaped my lips. "Please tell me you have pictures of that." ​"Somewhere in the old archive room, absolutely. I’ll dig them out for you," Ethan said, giving me a warm, easy smile. He walked with a lazy grace, hands shoved into his pockets, totally the opposite of Jaxson.

he whispered, this time his voice lowered. Lyra looked around, uncomfortable with whatever was going on. “Oh my, Mr. Ethan is here,” A male reporter alerted everyone. They were shocked as they ran towards Ethan. Ethan's hefty bodyguards ran out of the Mercedes Benz to protect him. A frown appeared on Harrison's face when he noticed Ethan's presence was distracting the attention he needed, the attention that always boosted his ego. “Mr. Ethan, are you here to welcome Mr. Harrison back to Texas?” “Are you still against Mr. Harrison being the CEO of Monroe Empire Limited?

She'd thought of everything. He'd been so focused on protecting her from his world that he'd failed to see she didn't need protection. She needed a partner. The door to his office opened. Harrison walked in without knocking, something he'd never done before. "We need to talk," the older man said, settling into the chair across from Ethan's desk. "If you're here to gloat..." "I'm here to apologize." Ethan looked up, startled. Harrison had never apologized to him for anything. "I watched the news coverage," Harrison continued. "The real coverage, not the tabloid garbage. I saw what people who actually know her had to say."

“No, no, no Steve, please spare me. If this punch will land on my handsome face, then many girls will be left heartbroken.” Steve held his head from his dramatic brother’s blabber. “Don’t get hyper, my brother Steve, I will tell you the entire story. Actually, I never stopped searching for the perpetrator who was behind the plotting against Steve Edwards, but I have got no clue.” Ethan said. “Then how did you get, and who is the unscrupulous person behind everything?” “His name is Levi Harrison.” “What? Levi Harrison.”

While I’m laughing, my legs flailing over his shoulder, he carries me back to the tent. *** When Ethan is done with me, his spirits are higher than I think I’ve ever seen them. He announces that his appetite is simply too large for bread and cheese this morning, and he will hunt us something proper for breakfast. After getting dressed, I sit on a rock and wait for him on the shore where we ate last night. I warm my hands by the fire we built before he left. I cannot fight the smile on my face.

He could only imagine people's reaction when they hear or see that the wife of a Don was clinging unto another man right in his presence, and he did… nothing! He knew what other Dons were capable of: they would have shot them dead right on the spot. For his record, he has always been known as a calm and patient Don, and majority of the time, a lot of people had said to his face that he was way too calm for the identity is bears. But only those who knew him—who knew the true Alexander knows that he didn't deal with mercy but with wrath and force. But shamefully, he'd watched his wife clinging to another man's arms without reacting on time: he would agree. He was way too calm; too calm for his

Estelle’s POV I looked up from the chart and my eyes locked with Harrison’s. Nobody spoke. Dr. Ethan looked at me, then Harrison, then me again. He frowned slightly and tilted his head, clearly confused by something. “Do you two know each other?” Dr. Ethan asked carefully. “We were married once,” Harrison said flatly, and that was it. He left it at that without explaining further, without giving me any context at all. I forced myself to look away from Harrison and turned to Dr. Ethan instead, keeping my face blank.

"Alison, you know I won't even be considering this marriage contract." "It's just I was thinking if I can get the money and help Seth Nathaniel pay up his investors at MetaX." Daisy said as she took the marriage contract from her best friend. Staring askance at Daisy Hunter, Alison asked, "What happened to MetaX?" Her voice was laced with a mixture of trepidation and anxiety. Daisy Hunter glared at her in bewilderment, finding it hard to reveal the news to her. "Daisy, Mr Antonio Nathaniel died some weeks ago and his investors are rallying to leave the company bankrupt if Seth doesn't pay them up."