Ethan Lu Novels & Stories

Darth certainly didn't look like a respectable politician, he wasn't at all dressed like one. "We don't believe you. Besides, who are you to come here and make a fool of our intelligence like this? Is he your master?" one of the minions sneered and Ethan's gaze darkened. He dipped his hand into his wallet and brought out his ID shoving it in their faces. "I presume you can read," he said, his voice sharp and curt as they stared at it with widened eyes. "President Ethan? The CEO of LIM?" they were at a loss for words, but after a while, they came out of their daze and burst into a loud laughter.

He leaned back in his chair, his expensive watch catching the light. “Some of us actually have jobs,” Julian retorted, sliding into the empty seat next to Ethan. Ethan, the group's self-proclaimed social butterfly and heir to a luxury hotel chain, chuckled. “Ah, work. That’s the excuse of someone who secretly misses us.” Across the table sat Liam, a tech billionaire whose casual hoodie clashed hilariously with the bar’s upscale vibe. “He probably spent twenty minutes staring in the mirror, perfecting his brooding look before coming here,” Liam teased.

When Lucy opened the door, I saw that Ethan was watching a cartoon and eating chicken nuggets, with his propped against his favorite spiderman pillow. He didn't even seem to notice me as he was deeply engrossed in the animation playing on the television. "Hi, Lulu," I hugged her. "How was today?" "Today went well," She said. "Ethan slept twice, probably due to his medication." "That's great," I nodded, easing myself out of my coat and hanging it on the rack before gingerly behind the couch on which Ethan was seated, to surprise him. "Boo," I squeaked, and Ethan gasped, dropping his bowl of chicken nuggets.

Layla’s living room was dimly lit, laptop screen casting a soft glow on her face as she sat cross-legged on the floor. The air smelled like leftover pad thai and lavender candle smoke. Ethan sat beside her on the couch, flipping through swatches of gray-blue fabrics on his tablet—some project for a boutique hotel renovation. “Okay,” she said, squinting at her screen, “final verdict: you need new LinkedIn headshots. Your current one says, ‘I didn’t sleep before this was taken.’”

Lillian turned to the audience. “Tonight, you’ve heard perspectives. But before we go, Ethan, you have the last word. Anything you want to say?” The studio went still. Ethan looked out through the glass, toward the unseen thousands watching. And he spoke. “I’ve been called a lot of things lately. Immoral. Inappropriate. Dangerous. But I’ve also been called brave. Honest. Free.” “The truth is, I’m not trying to be a symbol. I’m just a man who fell in love with someone the world didn’t approve of. And I fought it. For years. I buried it under duty, silence, shame. But love doesn’t die just because you deny it.”

He was trying to keep things light, but there was something about his words that didn’t sit right. Before she could say anything else, Ethan appeared at the entrance of the lecture hall, leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite billionaire,” he said with a cheeky grin. Adrian’s expression flickered from guarded to relaxed, the smirk returning. “Ethan. What are you doing here?” Ethan pushed off the door and walked toward them. “Oh, just keeping tabs on you, of course.” He shot Lucia an amused look. “You know, making sure you don’t do anything too stupid.”

“Look who’s coming.” I followed his gaze. Luca Moretti...Ethan’s cousin. Owner of this club and several others. “Alexander,” Luca greeted, shaking my hand. “Luca.” “Long time.” “Work,” I replied. “And women,” Luca added with a smirk. “Say that to Ethan. He even brought one here.” “Shut up,” Ethan muttered. I smirked and excused myself to the bar. “A bottle of Macallan 30,” I said calmly.

He loved the change from his previous quick fix food to the foods he had been enjoying with Jayden. "So, if it isn't rude of me to ask...Luke is it strange for you to be with Wes? I mean with him being so much younger than you." Ethan bit his lip, not looking at the male as he spoke softly. Luke was clearly surprised by his question, glancing at Lily before he chuckled and shook his head.

"My name is Ethan. We're getting you out. Can you stand?" He stood immediately. "Yes," he said. His voice sounded like someone who had been told yes was not an available answer for a long time and had just remembered it was. Jade was harder. She was in the corner of her room, sitting on the floor with her back to the wall, and when I pushed the door open she pulled her knees up and looked at me with eyes that had been hurt in a way that had become defensive. "I don't know you," she said. "No. My name is Ethan." I crouched down. Not moving closer, just getting level. "I'm a Lure. I know what they've done here. I'm not doing that."

Our eyes did not meet. Because someone stepped into my line of sight. “Lu,” Ethan said lightly, a glass dangling from his fingers. “I thought you hated gatherings that don’t generate profit.” I shifted my gaze to him. By the time I looked past him again, North was gone. I did not bother masking my irritation. “Move.” Ethan blinked, confused for half a second before glancing over his shoulder and following my line of vision. Understanding dawned too quickly. “Who is he?” he asked, lowering his voice. “I can find him. Are there law students here tonight?”