Ethan Quinn Parents Novels & Stories

Or was it because he actually wanted to be a father? Adrian set his phone down. Maybe Kira was right. Maybe the kids were better off with her. She had a stable home. A support system. Time to actually be a parent. What did he have? A messy house. A failing company. And a son who hated him. Adrian walked back upstairs. Stood outside Ethan’s door. The crying had stopped. He knocked softly. “Ethan?” No answer. Adrian opened the door. Ethan was asleep. Face down on his bed. Still wearing his school uniform.

Ethan entered the family room in a rage, giving me only a quick glance before tossing his jacket onto the chair as if it had insulted him. "Ethan," I growled, trying to get his attention. "What the hell is going on?" He looked at me, his eyes briefly flashing gold before darkening once more. "It's Quinn's dad," he whispered while running his hand through his hair. "He's trying to do some... trick. And it will destroy every single thing." "What kind of stunt?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, and crossing my arms over my chest. Ethan hesitated, and for a moment, I thought he wasn't going to tell me, but then he let out a long, frustrated sigh. "Quinn's parents—they are turning their new inn into

I am very surprised at how... you are well accepting this," Samantha announced. Ethan let go of Samantha's hand and gazed out at the city lights. He said, "Don't get me wrong, I was taken aback, but you see... My parents raised me well. I have very family-oriented parents and grandparents."

“Yes! Ethan can live with us! That way, you can take care of us, and my sister and her dad can take care of the baby.” “Oh, honey… Every child needs their parents. Ethan needs his dad, and now Serenity is his mom.” “But he can still come to our house, right?” “Of course, my love. Ethan will always be welcome in our home, but his home is with his parents.” “John, just like your mom said—we all need our parents. Just like you have us, Ethan has Alden and Serenity.” “Hmm… Okay… But we can still have sleepovers, right?”

Crashing back onto the bed, I remain silent. I couldn’t understand it. This entire time he knew who I was, and he never said anything, but why? “Explain yourself,” I say. Ethan nods. “I wasn’t lying when I said that my parents weren’t the cuddly or affectionate type or that I grew up with nannies most of my life. There was one particular one who was my favorite. Greta. She was the mother I never had, but always wanted. Even though my family had money, it didn’t stop her from bringing me trinkets and things that she said were important because they came from her heart, and not just her wallet.”

Barely two minutes later, Mom returned with Dad and Ethan behind her. I caught Ethan’s gaze immediately and tilted my head slightly toward the chair beside me. He understood and took the seat without hesitation. Dad settled at the head of the table, Mom beside him. Everyone wore smiles. Everything looked so warm. So proper. So… staged. Dad began with his proud host voice. “Hi everyone, this is Ethan Ezra, the son of my old friend, uncle Rushwin. Ethan, this is my daughter, Athonia.” Ethan gave that signature grin of his. “Honestly, uncle, your daughter and I already know each other. We work at the same hospital.”

"I would not let that happen. She cannot-" "Rhian, hold on. Look, it's Ethan," one of her friend's pointed out. Ethan approached her parents who were still talking to Veronica Morgan. They exchanged a few words with him, the smiles on their faces were bright. Her parents liked Ethan a lot. He was successful and dignified, respectful and well mannered, a perfect son-in-law. He said something to Veronica who responded with a scowl. She immediately excused herself and left in the direction of the restroom.

he walked to me as he spoke, eyes persistently on mine, “but I'll advise you to take a seat first.“ Following his advice, I turned on my feet and quietly approached the closest couch before taking a seat. I folded my hands against my chest and sank back against the plush chair. “So?“ I remarked with a pointed look. Ethan seemed to contemplate his decision but in a quick second, he seemingly decided to start talking. “There’s more, Harlyn. More than just Khalid and the things I told you on the plane.” I hummed a mocking tone, squinting my eyes. “Oh, fantastic. Let’s pile it all on shall we? What else could you possibly throw at me?” “Your parents—the Sages—they aren’t your biological parents.

“Nick, I never dealt with that boy. I don’t know who he is or who his family is.” I let out a frustrated breath, my patience wearing thin. “His mother died when he was five,” Ethan said, his words coming out tightly controlled. “She had cancer, and she passed away. His father... well, he was shot dead. That’s all I could dig up on him. Not much else.”

McKenna hadn't found you handsome, a recently acknowledged illegitimate son like you would never have been qualified to marry into the McKenna family! "You've only just returned to the Alvarez family, and have already caused such a massive disaster. Are you trying to drag the entire family down with you?" Covering his face, Ethan felt his mind go blank. Diana and Mia also froze in place. As they looked at my dad and me, their faces turned deathly pale, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably. "The McKenna family of Lanford... Don McKenna..." Ethan looked at me before suddenly realizing something. He cried out in despair, "If he's Celeste's father... then where's my father? Where is my fathe