Novel & Cerita Ethan Morales Never Have I Ever

His expression immediately darkened. "What is this?" "A problem." Ethan opened the file. Several pages filled with reports sat inside. Almost as if someone had gathered pieces of a puzzle but couldn't finish it. Victor watched him carefully. "The Hale Corporation is preparing something." Ethan continued reading. "What kind of something?" "We don't know." Ethan looked up. Victor's expression remained serious. "For six months, we've been trying to find out." That immediately caught Ethan's attention. His father rarely admitted failure Yet that was exactly what he was doing.

“Do you love him?” Diego turned, startled to see Javier Morales standing there, his face devoid of its usual arrogance. “I…” He hesitated for a heartbeat, weighing the social suicide of the admission, before deciding the old rules didn't apply anymore. “Yeah, I’m fairly certain I do,” he confessed. It felt like one final weight being lifted. Javier gave a slow, solemn nod. “Then Ethan’s right. You have to hunt for him.” “Understood,” Diego said, genuinely stunned by the lack of judgment from the pack. “Thanks, Javi. I will.”

He looked at the screen. He closed his eyes. He reached for the bond. I love you, he sent to her. Forgive me. "Ethan, what are you doing?" Emily screamed in his ear. Ethan opened his eyes. They were violet fire. "Malachi," Ethan said calmly. "You forgot one thing." "And what is that?" "I don't make deals with terrorists." Ethan didn't walk to the door. He turned to the wall of the vault—the wall that Kael had said was shared with the main sewage line of the city.

I leaned back in my seat, eyes locked on him. Mrs. Lyle had zero patience for lateness—this was about to be interesting. The whispers around me were starting to get on my nerves. Everyone was either calling Carmelo a god or swooning over him like he was some angel. I nearly laughed out loud at that one. An angel? Please. With all those tattoos and his trash personality? He was more like a demon sent straight from hell to make my life miserable. “Oh, then Carmelo, would you like to introduce yourself to the class?” Mrs. Lyle asked.

Her boss, Jackson, stopped me—and beat me to a pulp. He was a foreigner with a massive business empire, a man as powerful as I was. Still furious, I got into my car and rammed straight into him. But in the end, I failed. I cracked my skull and died on the spot. The only one who cried for me was Polina. Yelena didn't even glance at my corpse. In the end, she got together with Jackson. And I was buried in the earth, swallowed by darkness for all eternity.

This felt more like… Like a sex trafficking operation, my mother’s voice reiterated in my head. Next to the black sedan, the suited man raised his hand in greeting. “I’m too fucking adult to be afraid of this sort of thing,” I said to myself. “Put on your big-girl pants and get out of the car, Melissa.” I did just that. “Melissa,” the man said, as if he knew me already. “I’m Andre Rivero, Mr. Soriano’s valet.”

“Esteban, as I imagined, was already in conversation with my father, I just hope he doesn't think of talking about his many conquests, let alone mine. “My friend! “he said, raising his voice, he had never called me like that before, I guessed he had something in his hands. “Are we leaving already? “I nodded and then we left the house together, I checked my phone. “Who are you talking to? “Esteban asked, I couldn't answer that message from Camila. “Nobody, why do you ask? “I asked leaving my phone in my pocket, you will have to wait for me Camila, I thought.

' As soon as Elvis Sterling left, Kristen Oliver turned on her cell phone and dialed the video. As soon as I got through, Kristen Oliver frowned and asked, 'Ethan, where's your bastard uncle?' Ethan, who just got up, had a little confused face, and when he heard that he was looking for his uncle, he handed his cell phone to Ethan Wharton directly. Ethan Wharton was a little embarrassed. When he saw Kristen Oliver drunk in the video, he quickly asked, 'Have you been drinking?' Unwitting Elvis Sterling came up and handed the honey water to Kristen Oliver.

It took me whole 5 minutes in staring at the phone and questioning what he meant until I shrugged it off and drink the alcohol in just one gulp. I was preparing all of my things and ready to get out of the bar when I saw how the people stilled when the door opens. Standing just at the entrance is Ethan Velasquez with his famous black suit and silver watch, looking like an angry predator ready to ravish his victim. I don’t know what to do but I just find my feet stocked at the floor, not knowing where to go. Every girls stop at their tracks and tried their shot while he is busy looking inside the club. One girl almost stumbles when she tries to kiss him. The guys cannot do anything but to bow

I stood in front of him like a to_do list of his past. "Who told you that" gripping unto my arms tightly. "Let me go!" I screamed. "You're hurting me!" I shouted but he squeezed harder and I shut my eyes. "Am sorry about your parents, I didn't kill them. But no one! I mean absolutely no one!! no one says no to me" he said, his words coming out from his nostril like burning fire. Well I've heard alot of stuff about Ethan, but I have never ever heard him apologize to any human, he never says sorry to anyone, who am I? I must be a god!.