Ethan Kingsley Novels & Stories

Wesley King was known to be a successful billionaire in the country and just like all of us in his category, it was just a facade to hide our true colors. We were a part of the mafia. “Sir, your wife is here.” Ethan, my secretary said, poking his head into my office. Before I could ask him to send her away, she pushed the door in and then made her way towards me, her hands resting on her waist. “Why are you ignoring my calls?” She huffed. “I was going to return them when I’m less busy.” I said in my defense but she wasn't having it. The frown on her face got even more deeper as he began to run her mouth carelessly.

Her gaze returned to the TV screen showing a reporter giving a briefing as they ran towards the entrance of a big building. Kate settled on a couch. Her dreamy eyes were still glued to the screen, but her mouth twisted at Zia’s funny question. “Are you kidding me? Did that bastard also make you quit social media? Ethan is the king of Entertainment in Allora and beyond. He’s an eye candy but most importantly…” Kate’s dreamy eyes returned to the screen. “He is Tyler Martin’s best friend. If Ethan is back in town, then Tyler must be too.” Looking at her best friend who was obviously more interested in Tyler, whoever he was, Zia shook her head. “You are a lost cause.”

he said, his voice soft but confident. “Madison,” I replied, my voice steadier than I expected. " Madison Taylor ” he said, starting the engine with a low rumble, “I've seen at the office several times”. Who the hell was he? Was I about to become the star of a fifteen part serial killer documentary? "The office?" I stammered, trying to hide my discomfort. "Yes. I am Harry Sylvester King" he said coolly. Ethan had a brother!! My jaw dropped and I could feel sweat beads forming on my forehead.

Hera grumbled through gritted teeth. “Got us into what?” Keia rubbed her eyes awake. “There’s some dude out there claiming we’re royalty or something. Get up and deal with it.” “What? Royalty?” Keia’s eyes widened. She jumped out of her blankets and peeked outside. “No way!” she exclaimed, excitement bubbling over. Keia threw her dress on in a rush. “This is amazing!” “This is just great…” Hera cut off her own complaint and stepped outside. The moment she did, the men bowed, and the women curtsied. “Oh, fantastic.”

Ethan froze, his face twisting in a weird way as the livestream chat went crazy. [Trash! Real scum of the earth! They are the real demons!] [Using his wife as a substitute and planning to kill her after?! That's crazy!] [Serves them right with that mutant baby!] [Ethan should be banned from the hospital! He's an absolute monster!] [Everyone who insulted Mrs. Kingsley should be apologizing right now!] The video cut off, leaving a frozen shot of Ethan and Vanessa hugging. "Ethan. Do you still think... this is my bastard?"

The audacity of this man to act like a jealous husband when he fucked a woman behind my back. The premiere started and the cameras were rolling, so I maintained a smile on my face. Once again, everyone was introduced and we had to introduce ourselves one by one. I clapped when Ethan took the mic and wow, he had a really big glow up. He was a little scrawny when we were dating, but he had a body that everyone would go gaga for. "The name is Ethan Kingston and I am the owner of END Network..." He started and I gasped a little, his next words passing my ears. END Network as in Shine Network's rival? Wow!

came a voice that made her freeze. She turned slowly, her breath hitching. Ethan. No—wait. Not Ethan. The resemblance was uncanny, but something was off. The eyes were darker, calculating. The jaw, tighter. The energy—colder. Aiden King. Ethan’s identical twin. The elusive brother, rarely seen at social events, rumored to run the darker side of the King empire. He was sharp-tongued, ruthless in business, and so distant from his family that many wondered if he belonged to it at all.

Ethan of House Raymond, Garrick of House Blackwood, and Caelum of House Sterling. Even from this distance, their presence was staggering. They didn't need to unleash their auras to demand respect; the sheer weight of their corporate and military lineage radiated off them like an invisible force field. They were the undisputed kings of the continent. Ethan sat with absolute posture, scrolling through a transparent tablet, his sharp, aristocratic profile completely detached from the world below. Caelum was leaning back, observing the crowd with a quiet, analytical gaze that felt like a laser scanner.

"Eli! Wait up!" I turned to see Petra jogging toward me. She was one of the few people I’d met during orientation who didn't make me want to roll my eyes, and she was a theater major with bright purple streaks in her hair and a personality that was way too bubbly for nine in the morning. "Did you actually just do that?" she asked, catching her breath as she reached me. "Do what?" I asked, starting to walk toward the dining hall. "You sat in Cain Calloway’s chair, Eli. People have seriously been kicked out of the program for less. Okay, that’s a lie, but still. You basically told the king of the school to kick rocks. Do you even know who they are?"

Her sister, sick and vulnerable, would pay the price for her foolishness. “Which pack are you from?” Kaelen demanded, his tone clipped. He needed information, facts, anything to anchor himself in the face of this maelstrom of emotion. “Silver… Silver Creek, Your Majesty,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “Silver Creek,” he repeated, the name tasting like ash in his mouth. It was a small, unassuming pack, known for its quiet diligence, not for producing powerful mates. He ran a hand through his dark hair, dislodging a cloud of flour. He felt trapped, cornered by fate in this dusty, forgotten corridor. He wanted to rage, to roar his frustration to the uncaring stone walls. But he cou