Ethan Morales Never Have I Ever Novels & Stories

He was all the things I never knew I craved — dangerous, magnetic, and loud. And I was that girl… the quiet one with a heart too open for this world. It started like any modern-day fairy tale: a DM request, a fire emoji, and a casual “You’re actually stunning.” I almost didn’t reply.

It’s been five years, yet he still looks uncannily similar to when we were still in our teens. “Why is he here?” I whispered to Maximillian as my gaze remained on the man standing beside my cousin. He was wearing a midnight blue tuxedo suit. The obvious fit is a hint that the suit was tailored to his liking. “Because he’s invited?” said Maximillian in a questioning tone. “That’s Mr. Nicholas Moretti. He is the owner of ELVs apparel, and chains of hotels and restaurants. He’s quite famous among the bachelorettes in the business world. The man had a clean record for dating gossips,” she filled me in like a true gossiper. Though I know she’s only doing her job.

He grinned. Sarah hesitated, not sure if she wanted to tell him, since it was a song that spoke volumes about her love for Harris. Her heart suddenly began beating faster. Finally, she sighed deeply and said quietly, keeping her tone casual, "It was 'Home.' By Elvis Costello." He squeezed her tighter against him, stroking her hair softly. After a long pause, he spoke quietly, almost inaudibly. "Yeah, I know the song. It's amazing, I can see why you loved that song."

Andreas Hernández or better known as his white man name - Andy, was Selena's best friend growing up but had to part with her when they were a child because his father moved to Brazil for humanitarian work. For a cute child with eyes, streaks of green and gold, black hair, and olive skin, he grew up into a handsome man with a lean body and face that would be perfect for any fashion magazine.

"Leave right now. You're free of your debts and never come back here!" I wasnt planning on coming back even though i did not know anybody in this city or have any were else to go. As soon as I stood, he also stood up. I walked towards the door and as I opened it, he shut it in my face. "You're going no where! You actually thought of leaving me? Me? ME! YOU POOR WRETCH! Dont ever embarrass me by thinking you can get away from me!" He banged me against the concrete wall of the lodge's living room. Blood gushed from the corner of my forehead.

I was hoping to see her genuine reaction. “Then where do you want to go?” she asked, starting the engine. “Home,” I said. Then I picked up my phone and turned on the live stream. There was Ethan, sitting comfortably in what I guessed was his office space at home. “Good evening, everyone,” his voice was not cheerful, but it was polite. The screen was immediately flooded with comments. “Scumbag!” “Get out of the entertainment industry!” “Apologize and leave! No one will forgive you!”

“You work fast. I’ll give you that.” “Ethan, why are you doing this?” I asked. “What do you want? What’s your goal here?” Ethan’s laugh faded. His gun was pressed so hard up against Moana’s head that I could see her wincing, and his arm was wrapped too tightly around her neck. “You know, I wanted to get this over with before you got here so you could just face the pain of losing them,” he said grimly. “But now that you’re here, and now that I’m looking at your stupid fucking face, I do want to tell you exactly why this is going to happen to you… Why you’ll be miserable and alone forever until the day you die.”

"You'd say anything to make them hate you, and most of them know it. Why do you think they'd believe your word against mine?" "I recently got to meet someone resourceful," Ethan remarked casually, pulling out a cellphone from his pocket. "I found it's easier and more effective to record and video with cellphones. That way it's undeniable." Cleopatra glanced down to see him twiddling the cellphone. "What do you want?" She finally relented, leading the way into her office. Ethan smiled widely. "Just the heart of a certain useless omega." Meanwhile, Neon arrived at the Vause family house six hours after leaving the Council. She wasted no time settling in and eventually made her way to one of th

Slowly, my hand went to the play icon, and I clicked on it. “Hello everyone,” Ethan began, and I adjusted in my chair. “My name is Ethan Hart, and I’m making this video to apologize to Caelia Phoenixbourne, whom I was once in a relationship with, for my atrocity. Yesterday, I uploaded a video to the school’s website in anger because she told the school I was gay. Caelia never knew I made this video while we were together, and I’m sorry for that. I realize now that what I did was wrong, and I am deeply sorry for making and uploading that video as payback.” He paused, and my heart seemed to stop along with him.

Pier 49 loomed before us, vacant crates standing in rows and throwing long shadows in the yellow light. I moved forward, every sense heightened. Morland emerged from the mist, his hands raised. "I came alone." "Show me," I replied. He opened his coat slowly. No gun. "I was never faithful to Ethan," he claimed. "Just scared. But now? He's lost it. He's gonna burn it all down. The company. The trust. You." "What's he plotting?" Morland tossed a flash drive my way. "Take a look yourself." I caught it.