Novel & Cerita Ethan X Clarke

His smile was calculated, his eyes gleaming with malice as they locked onto Clara. “Brother,” Ethan drawled, spreading his arms as though he were the guest of honor. “And the lovely Clara. I must say, you clean up beautifully.” Damien moved instinctively, stepping between them. “Cut the theatrics. What do you want?” Ethan’s smile widened. He strolled to the center of the room, every eye following him. “Oh, I already have what I want. The Westbridge account, half your investors, and soon enough, the rest. But tonight, I thought I’d give everyone a little… show.”

I yelled. "Because of that poor guy." She said, wiping the sleep from her face with her palms. "What guy?" I asked. "That rock band singer," Ethan said. "What about him?" I ask, annoyed that Ethan was taking part in this. "You were rude. He was so nice and really hot." Clarissa explained and looked a bit embarrassed at the man in her bed. "Sorry, Ethan. No offense." "None taken. I guess he was cool." He looked back at the blond next to him.

Clara’s voice shattered the tense air, causing Ethan to flinch in surprise. He frowned sharply and snapped, “Why are you screaming?” Clara shot back, “Because I’ve been calling you and you refused to answer! Don’t tell me you still love her...” Ethan scoffed, a bitter smirk curling on his lips. “Who would want a cheap prostitute like her? Only a blind fool like him would still want a slut.” After a moment’s pause, Ethan grabbed the microphone, his voice carefully measured as he addressed the crowd.

Ethan suddenly said behind me that it took everyone's attention. “This is Ethan, my best friend. He's a psychologist. Ethan, this is Huxley, Anine's boyfriend. This is Levine, Krysyle's bf. Leiner, a friend of Anine. Then, this is Clint.” I pointed at each of them then Clint shook a hand with Ethan. “Nice to meet you. Take care of this crazy woman. I hope your patience is high,” Ethan said and Clint chuckled then I glared at them. “Nice to finally meet you, too. Thank you for bringing her back and I will. She may be an amazona sometimes but I am lucky to have her,” Clint retorted and they both laughed at me.

"The mate bond? The nights in the penthouse? Was that just part of the contract? Did my father pay for that too?" Ethan’s grip tightened. The silver groaned under his strength. He jerked the staff forward, pulling Madison into his chest. His eyes were dark, the gold iris bleeding into the black pupil. He looked tired. Worn down. "Your father didn't pay for shit. Jonathan Clarke hired me. There’s a difference." "Jonathan Clarke?" Madison let go of the staff, stumbling back. "The tech mogul? The guy on the Forbes cover? What the hell does a zillionaire want with a wolfless exile from the Cain pack?"

With that, he walks towards the dressing room. Ethan Francis is a professional photographer. He is good looking, tall, sharp-featured, well built, has a balanced weight, and intelligent. He was the man any woman would say yes to. And also the go-to man, for all the wannabe models and the supermodels to be.

I'm going to throw you over this counter. “Don't you dare! Alexis challenged, lifting her chin in defiance. " I am hungry! Ethan cupped her chin and tasted her lips. " Wine and Alexis... A perfect match! " another kiss and went back to the other side of the counter. " Continues. And Claire? Are you married? 'Yes. With Mick and them they have a little girl, Emily, who is three years old, and she is pregnant again. "Wow!" A growing family! " Yes, yes!

Ariana pov Ethan’s presence filled the doorway like he owned the entire world, which, considering his wealth, he probably did. He looked impossibly composed in his black tuxedo, every line was perfectly tailored to his frame. “Everyone out,” he said quietly, but the way he said it left absolutely no room for argument. “But Ethan…” Mom started. “ Now.” The photographer packed his equipment with record speed. The makeup artist grabbed her brushes. Even Mom seemed to understand this wasn’t a request.

Ethan didn't waste any time pouncing and beating the hell out of the crazy Drake. He could hardly contain his anger as he looked at the guy. Ben successfully managed to pull him off Drake before he could kill him. "Bro, Clara doesn't look fine. She needs you now so go and attend to her." He was finally able to speak the calming words into his ears and Ethan turned around quickly to meet Clara. He touched her face and her warm body. Her cheeks had turned bright red like a tomato so Ethan believed that she must have been drugged with something hard.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.