Ethan Lu Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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."

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.

Then, it was Ethan's turn. He cleared his throat, his legs feeling like lead as he stood. "I’m Ethan Vale, a final-year business student," he began, his voice wavering slightly. "I was invited by my school to speak because I supposedly broke the long-standing economics record." Seeking to break the ice and settle his nerves, he winked at the crowd. "By mistake, of course." The auditorium erupted in lighthearted laughter. Ethan felt the tension leave his shoulders until a sharp, cold voice cut through the humor.

"Lucas, right? Welcome." Lucas doesn't move. He sits there, staring at the man in front of him—the youngest tycoon the media can't stop talking about. Ethan's smile is faint, polite, but paired with his deep-set features and sharp bone structure, his presence is overwhelming. Lucas is nineteen—reckless, arrogant, at an age where everything annoys him. Instead of being intimidated, irritation flares the moment he looks at Ethan. Ethan keeps smiling, looking calm, patient, easygoing.

Her hands trembled against her lap until Luca took them into his, steady and strong. “You were flawless,” he said softly. “I was terrified,” she whispered. “That’s what made it flawless,” he replied, pressing her knuckles to his lips. But even as he soothed her, his phone buzzed incessantly on the seat beside him—messages from board members, lawyers, his father, and half of Manhattan’s high society. Luca didn’t reach for it. His attention stayed on her. Ethan, however, was already on the offensive. That evening, as the city lights glittered across the skyline, his smirking face appeared on national television. He sat across from a news anchor, perfectly tailored in a dark suit, his tone meas

Lucas smirk, standing up, taking one glaze at Ethan before leaving. Lucian motioned for Ethan to take a seat. “What would you like to have?”. Lucian asked. “I am not here for that!”. Ethan bluntly declined “Why are you here?”. Lucian said, his eyes turning cold. "Let me do a proper introduction," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I'm Ethan Deville, also known as the Vipers. And I am here to propose a partnership." Lucian couldn't help but chuckle, a low, rumbling sound that filled the room. "Oh really?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Ethan's face.

This was the moment his career ended, the moment he destroyed the last of his integrity for the target. Luca was already waiting inside. The only light came from a single high window that cast a pale stripe across the dusty concrete floor. He wasn’t wearing a suit this time. Dark jeans and a cashmere sweater replaced his usual armour, casual and self-assured. “You’re late,” Luca said, his voice echoing through the vast space. It wasn’t an accusation, just a statement, spoken with the quiet dominance of someone who already knew he had won. “I had to bury my life to get here,” Ethan replied, his tone rough. He stopped twenty feet away, unwilling to step closer. “This is madness, Luca. If anyon

"I am Ethan Ring. Twenty-three years old, but turning 24 this year, on the 14th of February. I studied here in my 1st semester as well. That's all," Ethan said as he sat down, still not taking his eyes off of Chad, who had been grinning.