Ethan Wacker Relationship Novels & Stories

I have been in a long-distance relationship with my boyfriend, Eugene Walsh, for three years. I finally have enough leave time to visit him after working overtime for an entire month. But when I arrive, I can't reach him. I wait alone in an unfamiliar city for ten full hours before he finally replies. When the call connects, my best friend, Haley Woodward, greets me with a cheerful laugh. "Surprise! I explored Oakhaven for you in advance. It's so much fun! Eugene is an amazing tour guide!" She chatters nonstop about all the fun they've had, as if she never notices the 30 missed calls displayed on Eugene's phone. I listen quietly. Only when she says she's cold does Eugene finally take the phone from her and say to me, "I'll take her back to the hotel first. Wait for me a little while more." The moment he is done speaking, I ask, "Do you know how long I've been waiting?" Eugene pauses for a second before saying icily, "She's your best friend. Do you really have to compete with her over this?" The unmistakable accusation drains away any desire I have to keep talking. I hung up. Just then, the cab that will take me back to Centuria arrives. The driver takes one look at me and can't help but comment, "Miss, it's already past midnight. This area isn't very safe. How can your family leave you here all alone?" I look down at my shoes that are soaked through by snow and slush. In a soft voice, I say, "Yeah." Then, I smile and add, "They won't. Not anymore."

He almost never texts me first, and in person he barely says a word. In three years together, he's never remembered a single anniversary, and he's never once suggested we celebrate a holiday. But the second I message him first, he lights up, all "baby" this and "baby" that, fussing over me, coaxing me to sleep. Sometimes I'd get this strange feeling that there were two different Noahs. His explanation was that he was just bad with words face-to-face, and that texting or voice notes felt like less pressure. I kept telling myself that being together meant meeting each other halfway. He was quiet and reserved, so I'd be the one to reach out. He forgot anniversaries, so I booked the restaurant and reminded him to keep the night free. He had no time to schedule our engagement shoot, so I handled the whole thing with the studio myself. He was too busy with work to help us move, so I packed everything alone, booked the movers, and got it all done. When I was so worn out I was about to break, I'd send him a voice note, and he'd say, "I'm so sorry, baby. The lab was insane today. I couldn't be there for you, and it kills me to watch you run yourself into the ground." Hearing how guilty he sounded, all my hurt just melted away. And that's how I carried three years of this relationship on my own, running on the flawless tenderness he only ever gave me online. Until today, when I found a program on his laptop called Boyfriend Assistant. It analyzed every message I sent and generated the perfect reply, the perfect response, every single time. Cold snap? It sent: Bundle up, baby. Time of the month? It pinged an API and auto-ordered hot chocolate to my door. All those late nights he spent "working," the gentle voice notes that lulled me to sleep, every one of them was synthesized in Noah's voice. For three years, the person who'd been there for me, day and night, was never Noah at all. For three years, I'd been performing a one-woman show.

My mother-in-law lives alone. One day, her house suddenly catches on fire. It's a life-threatening situation. I call my firefighter husband several times before he answers impatiently. "I don't care why you're calling—can't it wait? I'm fixing Sophie's pipes!" I tell him about his mother being trapped in a fire, but he merely sneers. "How dare you curse my mother just to make me go home? You're insane!" He hangs up without another word. I'm left helpless. All I can do is wait for his colleagues to arrive, but they only come half an hour later. Their expressions shift to horror when they see the blazing fire. "Didn't Captain Scott say his wife was lying?" My mother-in-law dies due to the delay. My husband even misses the funeral because of his first love. I give up on him and ask for a divorce. However, he rips the divorce agreement to shreds and shatters the urn that contains his mother's ashes. "Drop the act—I would definitely go through with the divorce if not for my mother!" I laugh. He doesn't even know his mother is already dead.

" You like the way my hands touch,right,kitten?" Theo purrs in my ears. I am a mess of nerves,unable to utter even a single word. " Do you want me to stop? Do you still think this is a mistake?" His grip on my waist tightened and I pushed myself closer to him, yearning his touch. *** Camilla gets the shock of her life when her mate suggests an open relationship. She also discovers that Hector has been cheating on her with her worst enemy---Isabella. She is set to seek revenge and what better way to do it than seduce her mate's father?

Charlotte blake has always lived her past life like a slave. She was so much deprived of love in her young age that she never believed love existed. She was forced to marry her mate, a man she barely knew. Even when she was showered with loved, she still wasn't convinced that she could ever be loved. She took her step sisters advice and divorced her beloved husband and that was the beginning of her suffering. She beard it all untill she was face to face to her death. But before she could die, she pleaded for a second chance and vowed to revenge everyone that made her life miserable. Having being re-born, she took a close look at her rediculously handsome and powerful husband and wondered if she had a brain damage to not have recognized the man the moon goddess blessed her with. She vowed this time to be a fateful wife and Luna to her pack. To be in charge of her own happiness and to cozy up with her husband to destroy her enemies especially the woman behind the playful schemes that lead to her tragic death. However Ethan, while afraid of her being hurt by his enemies, He chooses to push her away to keep her from the darkness around him. But she refused to back away and lean over to him . Her words making him to tremble "YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE!."

When Ethan returns from his exchange program with Victoria, Alpha Malrik's daughter and his unborn child, Sophia's world shatters. The man she thought was her fated mate had betrayed not just her trust but the years that they had spent building a life. Broken, hurt, and lost, Sophia has nowhere to turn, so she left. As the neighbouring pack's Alpha, he has no reason to care about a shattered Luna. Yet he does. Where Ethan abandoned her, Kai stands firm. Where her mate chose ambition, Kai chooses her every single day. Sophia never expected to get a second chance, especially not with the monstrous Alpha King that she had been hearing about, Ethan's rival. As Ethan's realized the mistakes he had made and Victoria's secrets threatened to destroy every single one of them, Sophia discovered that sometimes you find your true mate by walking away from your first bond. With Kai, Sophia finally understands what it means to be truly chosen despite all odds. And this time, she would choose herself right back.

Isla, a young woman who is in dire need to pay off her mom’s medical bills, thinks that she’s scored her dream job at a big fancy jewelry company. But when the company’s charismatic CEO, Victor, secretly hires her to be his personal assistant with ulterior motives of his own— he’s trying to free his wrongfully imprisoned grandfather by following the breadcrumbs of a dangerous secret with her help— her world is turned upside down. When Isla becomes closer and closer to Victor and his enigmatic life, she starts feeling an undeniable attraction towards him. But her feelings become complicated when she learns the truth about Victor’s original intentions. Isla has some soul-searching to do, torn between betrayal and love, because she was only ever a means to an end for Victor. Meanwhile, Isla faces challenges from other women who vie for Victor's attention, adding further pressure to an already delicate situation. Isla must decide whether to trust her heart or seek justice for herself and her mother.

After the murder of Ethan's mate he knew he would never love again. The pain he felt was worse than any physical harm his body could experience. Wracked with grief, he closed himself off from the world, putting his position as alpha in jeopardy. Jenny never wanted love, she tried that once, she was content in educating children and dedicated her life to suppressing the wolf inside her. She thought she was successful but the Moon Goddess had other plans.

I had a unique profession. I was a breakup specialist. I did not need to go to court or write any contracts for that. That was a lawyer’s job. Everyone kept saying that love was priceless, but a couple who professed their love to each other for an entire night could be paying me tons to break their relationship up the following day. I was shaking my head upon those matters when I received a message from my husband, Matthew Grant, asking me to pick our wedding anniversary’s destination. A few seconds after that, a beautiful woman walked into my office. She appeared timid and had to take a lot of time to summon the courage to speak. “I’d like to hire your services for my boyfriend. He has decided to divorce his wife.” I made no comment as I picked up the documents she had handed me, only to see Matthew’s name on the paper. I froze, while the woman sitting in front of me ducked her head and continued, “My boyfriend says that his wife is a good person and that he doesn’t want to hurt her.” I smiled as I stared at the picture; it clearly was Matthew, but I had the strange feeling of seeing a foreign person too. My heart throbbed, and I could only lament. This was my third year as a breakup specialist, and I was actually hired to break up my own relationship.

My parents’ adopted son, Tyler Levesque, saw me as his enemy. Thus, I went abroad to live a more peaceful life. However, he came up with a scheme to trick me into coming back home. He locked me in my room and humiliated me. He did his very best to put me under his thumb…