Ethan Quinn Parents Novels & Stories

When I did, he continued, “Whatever happens, we’re okay. Right?” “Right,” I said, but my stomach was in knots. Dinner was a disaster from the moment my parents walked through the door. My mother’s smile froze when she saw Ethan, and my father’s handshake was perfunctory at best. They sat through the meal in painful politeness, asking Ethan questions that felt like tiny interrogations. “So, Ethan, what is it your family does?” My mother’s tone suggested she already knew the answer wouldn’t satisfy her. “My dad was a mechanic. My mom worked retail.” Ethan’s voice was even, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. “They both passed away a few years ago.”

"Son, make sure you excel in that company, just like you always have. Show them what you're capable of as always." Ethan's voice resonated with determination and gratitude. "Thank you, Dad. I won't let you down. I'll give it my all." Mrs. Whitlock's voice, filled with maternal concern, followed suit. "Take care of yourself, Ethan. Don't forget to prioritize your well-being amidst the excitement." Ethan's responded "I will, Mom. I promise. Thank you for always looking out for me." As Ethan's conversation with his parents came to a close, his phone began to ring once again. With a curious smile, he picked it up and saw that it was Ryan, his best friend. Ethan answered the call, eager to catch

The day had finally arrived. Ethan, dressed in a crisp navy-blue shirt and khakis, nervously adjusted his collar as he paced outside Lydia’s house. Lydia giggled from the window, watching him. “Are you sure your parents will be okay?” she called out. Ethan looked up and flashed a smile. “They're more nervous than I am. My mom made three different casseroles trying to calm down.” Soon, two sleek cars pulled up at the Hartman home. Out stepped Ethan’s parents — Mr. Christopher West and Mrs. Leona West. Sophisticated, proper, and undeniably upper-class.

Ryan interrupted him, "this is our secret, remember?" Ethan pouted. "But I want to sleep with daddy and mommy, just like last night." I jerked my head up, my hand clutching the flower, trembling uncontrollably. Though my mother looked somewhat displeased, she still nodded in agreement. "Either way, you two are Ethan's biological parents. It's good for you to build more of a bond with the child." My father was even more direct. "That ungrateful daughter Mia can stay dead out there for all I care! Letting Ethan wander around at such a young age."

Having said his piece, Ethan steps into the car and sits calmly like he isn’t about to abduct a stranger. Having a family that insists he brings a wife home is exhausting. They don't care about his happiness; all they want is a wife, no matter where she comes from. Ethan sometimes wonders if they expect him to find one on the streets. Well, he practically did just that. Like many billionaire bachelors, Ethan Moore finds little time for himself amidst the constant stream of business trips and obligations that come with running his father's company. So, Ethan's parents are eager for him to find a wife, someone to stand by him. Their main goal is grandchildren, about five as his mother often me

They were not blood-related, but Barry Connor took care of them like his own children. "Mom, Dad, how are you? Ethan is in college now, and I'm sure that you guys would be proud of him. He grew up to be a great man. Although, he still doesn't have a girlfriend until now. Mom, I think losing you at a young age did something to him. I hope you guys are here." Andra sat on the trimmed grass near her parent's gravestones. "Did you really think that you could visit our parents without me?" She smiled when she heard her brother's voice behind her.

She continued by looking at herself in reflection. Your every move will be under close observation. She paused, but confidently said, "I'm certain you'll do it perfectly." The tone of the words seemed to be instruction, and Madeline could only doze off in a serene manner. Ethan's parents, Arya and Monica, were the stiffest faces as they entered the room with other guests. Their faces were tightly together, and they had a brief stare before making their way towards the altar. The situation was being discussed by Monica, who muttered bitterly about the fact that Nathaniel is marrying his nephew's ex-girlfriend.

"Besides, your dad and I aren't mates. We can't stay in the same room together." "Why not?" James tilted his head in confusion. Grabbing Zoe's hand and placing it in Ethan's, he said, "Daddy, can't you be Zoe's mate? Then we could all stay in one room. Ethan frowned and glanced at Zoe, who was blushing furiously. He didn't pull his hand away. Yet, he lowered his head and looked at his son. "Your mom is my only mate. Don't say things like that," he said solemnly. "And if we're going to the beach tomorrow, we should invite your mom too—unless she says no. That's the polite thing to do. Got it?"

His words had pierced through me like a knife and my head was about to explode with the shocking realization of why my father wanted me married to Ethan at all cost. “I’ll make sure she's married off to Ethan Kingston latest by the end of the month,” he said, his tone low but firm. “I’ll do everything within my power to make her marry him.” “And once she's married, I'll make sure she signs over her shares of Oceanus Oil and Gas to me. Add it together with the money from Billionaire Ethan Kingston and I'll be very rich again.”,he said laughing hysterically.

Before Lily's surgery, the nurse slid the consent form across to me. I called my husband, Ethan Reid, eleven times. When the twelfth call finally connected, the first voice I heard was his first love, Claire Bennett, on the verge of tears: "Ethan, the zipper on my wedding dress is stuck. Don't leave yet." I looked at my daughter, white with pain in the hospital bed, and said, "Lily's waiting for you." Ethan was silent for two seconds before saying, "Just sign it. I'll get there later." Later, Lily studied the lone guardian's signature on the form and asked, "Mom, can I leave Dad off the school forms from now on?" I said she could. From that day on, she stopped leaving room for Ethan anywhere