Ethan Quinn Parents Novels & Stories

She will leave us one day. "It is my pleasure to stand with you two. Your parents were truly amazing. They were considered the best Royals in history. They were smart, strong, and fair. You two will do great. You will make them proud," Ethan says with pride radiating from his voice. I nod at him and flash a real grin. Ethan's love for our parents is genuine and eternal, just like ours. I stand up and stretch my limbs. I need to get to Jason. He needs me.

she said and ended the call. Ethan sat in silence wondering what to do. He wants to move on with his life. Heal from the death of his father, heal from the loss of Olivia. Jacqueline unlike Olivia is educated and business-minded. Even if he doesn't love her now, he believes he will learn to love her later. He believes she would be more than just a wife to him. She would be able to help with his business. His phone buzz snapping him out of his thought. It was his mother calling. He answered and brought the phone to his ears.

“Hold on, you knew about this? Are you working with Olivia to destroy Jessica’s reputation? To make me look like the better parent?” “This isn’t just about our appearances. F***, Ethan!” his mother sounded disappointed, her voice still firm. “It’s about securing your future. Your legacy in the Mitchell family depends on this.” Ethan shook his head, staggering backwards in shock. “How dare you talk about my daughter’s life like it is some business deal for the family?”

“So… tell me about your parents. You never really talk about them.” Ethan’s gaze dropped to his glass for a moment, his jaw tightening slightly. “My dad… he left when I was very young. Didn’t really give us a choice. My mom and I… we tried. We did our best to make it work, to protect each other. But I lost her… to cancer, years ago.” Zara’s eyes softened immediately, and she reached out, lightly touching his arm. “I’m so sorry, Ethan. I didn’t know.”

she continued lazily. Mom held Ethan's chin and met his blue eyes. "Then who must be this handsome man?" she inquired curiously. "Ask him," Celestine replied. Bombarded with doubts and curiosity, she asked. "Are you my grandson? From whom?" Ethan smiled and proudly responded. "Yes! Aunt Celestine told me that you are my grandma and grandpa! I am Blake Ethan Hernandez II, turning six years old! My mother is Amber Louise Yzabelle Ferrer and My Dad is Barack Santiolle! I was born in Italy!"

Evan asked Ethan "We stuck in traffic," Ethan said to him "Anyway, I have planned a surprise for everyone. I want to show it now" Evan said to him "Sure, but let's wait for some time. Two people are on the way. Let them come first" Ethan said "Whom are you talking about? Everyone is already here?" Evan asked him. "Eden's parents are coming," Ethan said Hearing this everyone got shocked. "Are you freaking out of your mind? Do you even know what are you saying?" Evan asked him angrily

"Why would I sign for you? Ethan, your dad's your problem—I never considered him family." "You misunderstood me. The one who's dead is your father. The waiver needs your name on it, not mine." "Ethan! Is this what I get for being good to you?! How dare you keep cursing my father like that!" Jason jumped in. "Even if he's Victoria’s father, he’s still your father-in-law. You don't even know how to respect your elders?" "Enough, Ethan!" "You've lost it! You'll say anything just to mess with me!"

She growled. "That thing she's carrying is not mine!" He voiced immediately. "I feel like slapping your mouth shut!" She snapped as she stepped closer to him. "If they're listing guys that is willing to abandon their children, Ethan your name shouldn't be on that list !" "How in the world do you expect that child to survive without your support as your father!" "I don't have a child " he repeated. "Don't annoy me Ethan !" She growled. “Don’t!” She repeated, totally annoyed by his face right now.

“I am innocent, you always assume the worst about people. It’s sad, really. I suppose it must be difficult growing up with your… complicated background. Makes it hard to trust anyone, I guess.” The jab was subtle but clear. My jaw clenched. Before I could reply, I heard a voice I hadn’t expected. “Katelyn.” I turned. Ethan. He was walking toward us, dressed in a tailored gray suit, his expression unreadable but his eyes locked on mine. “How are you?” he asked, stopping beside Scarlett but looking only at me. “How are your biological parents treating you?” I met his gaze steadily. “They’re wonderful. Supportive. Honest.”

"Just saying. If we're keeping it real like you guys always do around here. There's sexual tension between you and the big cheese. Let it go, or give in to it." I couldn't help but let my mouth fall open a little. "Shut up, Paul. Jealous fucker." Ethan moved to stand in front of me and winked. "He's an idiot. You'll get used to him. His mom was a p**n star and his dad a janitor with a love of anything with a pole attached to it. Brooms, mops, his mom." I laughed and pressed my hand over my mouth. "Good one. You get a point there, buddy." Paul laughed and crossed his free arm over his chest as he took a drink of his coffee.