Novel & Cerita Ethan Lu

Lili looks like she's confused but didn't bother to ask what Sanjo meant. "I know Sanjo's gay," Huxley murmured resulting in Sanjo hitting him in the arm. "I'm going back to my room." She said then she picked up her phone and swiftly walked towards the stairs. Almost 30 minutes passed, we didn't expect to see Ethan out of his room. Most of the time he's working in his room. I wonder how famous he is? "What did I miss?" He asked with a smile. "Lili." Aries deadpanned that made Ethan laugh. I don't even get how is that funny? Ethan is kind of a masochist. Sometimes I don't understand what goes into his mind though I can't deny the fact that he is kind and warm-hearted.

He wanted to make it his secret hideaway. “Carter won't stop talking about how his mares are going to love the mountain air and how he wants to add an arena for training or something like that.” He took a sip of wine. “I just smile and nod, and it makes him happy.” Laura chuckled. “You know Mr. Williamson?” The man nodded. “I work with him at the California offices.” He smiled and held out a hand. “I'm Ethan, by the way.” “Laura,” she said, taking the handshake. It was firm and strong, much like she imagined him to be under that suit. She liked the way her hand felt in his and was almost sad when they had to end the handshake.

Ethan paced his study, the steady tap of his shoes on the hardwood floor the only sound in an otherwise silent room. With a loud smack, he planted his hand onto the desk, his frustration clouding normally well-composed features. "This is getting annoying and frustrating, Luca," Ethan muttered, his eyes on the delta opposite him. "You have been tailing him for more than a week now. Another day of tailing Liam, and still, nothing? No leads, no suspicious movements?"

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

Lydia’s façade has crumbled, her true nature laid bare for everyone to see. Before leaving with Ethan, I take a moment to set the record straight. “By the way, Ethan isn’t broke!” I tell the assembled guests that Ethan is not a broke man at all and their expressions change drastically “He’s the heir of the Endurance Edge.” I explain that in fact, he is the sole heir to a renowned sports group and because they mostly operate their business overseas, they might not have heard of him. I make it clear that I am not his “sugar mommy” because he doesn’t need one. My voice is firm, each word a clear declaration of Ethan’s true standing.

Ethan cleared his throat with a fake cough, drawing everyone's attention to himself. The lights flickered on, illuminating the room, and the team gasped in surprise at his sudden presence. Ethan walked towards Lily, his eyes locked on hers, and stood in front of her. His voice was firm yet calm, but his words were laced with a hint of mockery. "They're right; people will really trust this product when they see an aged woman look like a teenager when she uses it."

He looked like exactly what he was: a builder inspecting a very fragile structure. "I'm not fidgeting," Liam lied. He adjusted his cuffs for the tenth time. "Is the music ready?" " The kid has the iPad," Marcus said. "He’s the DJ. God help us." "She’s coming!" Ethan shouted from the hallway. Ethan ran into the room. He was wearing his velvet cape over his pajamas. He had a colander on his head—a helmet against the invisible arrows of the world outside. "Places!" Ethan commanded. He pointed at Liam. "You stand there." He pointed at Marcus. "You stand there and look serious."

“What about you?” Ethan cuts into his steak while answering, “I work in the heart of the pack as a funds manager, but I’m also a Gamma, so I help with security and protection when necessary.” I nod, taking a bite of my pasta. Our conversation is stiff for a while, but soon, we fall into a polite rhythm of taking turns asking questions. “Did you always want to be an assistant?” Ethan questions, looking up from his plate. “Or did you have a dream job that’s different?”

His voice was smooth, deep, commanding without raising in volume. Anna stiffened. Vivian nearly toppled out of her chair. “Holy—” Vivian slapped her own mouth, whisper-screaming behind her palm. “Is that Ethan Voss?” Anna’s brows knit. “Who?” Vivian’s eyes went comically wide. “Who? Who?! He’s only one of the biggest damn music producers in New York! He’s worked with Grammy winners, babe. Actual legends.” Ethan approached them, calm as if he were walking a runway. He extended a hand, his smile disarming, the kind of smile that could talk a nun into sin.

“He doesn’t even look at me anymore. Not once. Not since her. I am trying to get his attention, but nothing seems to be working. He doesn’t even answer my calls. And that says a lot about Nolan.” Elijah exhaled a long line of smoke, his voice smooth. “You expected him to ignore his Luna forever? Did you really believe that a beauty like her can be ignored. Don’t get me wrong, but living in the same house with her, seeing her beauty, and getting to know her… it would have been hard on any man.”