Novel & Cerita Ethan X Clarke

“Who is he? Do you know him, Olivia?” The man raised a finger, a signal to stop talking. “Shh… You need to listen to me first, Olivia. My name is Ethan Blake. I’m Mr. Ludwig’s man, but I’m also the man whose heart you broke when you rejected me in the past.” Clara was almost taken aback. “Ethan? The Levine family's lawyer? You’re that man? And now Mr. David’s trusted advisor?”

Ralph replied with a happy look. At night Ethan was sleeping, sweating, he was having a bad dream. "Ahhhh" he woke up, panting. Mr and Mrs.Welsh were on the bed kissing, they both heard Ethan's voice, rushed to his room, "honey, what is wrong?" Mrs.Welsh asked, "I saw the both of you dying in my dream" Ethan replied while still sweating, "go to sleep son" Mr.Welsh requested, Ethan went to sleep. Mr and Mrs.Welsh both kiss Ethan on his forehead, watching Ethan sleeping. Both went back to their room. Mrs.Welsh who was thinking about what Ethan told them. Told her husband that she would like to say something tomorrow morning.

Petal is a bastard," Liam says, sitting alongside me and shaking his head. He appears to be watching the same scenery as I am. So let's get this straightened out. Petal is a skirt chaser, and Ryder is a playboy. According to speculations, only Ethan is manageable. I heard he doesn't currently have a girlfriend, but he is stubborn and picky. I'm just wondering what Ethan is doing with Ryder and Petal. They're like day and night. I look at Liam again, "I will be back in a jiffy," I say as I move through the chair into the restroom.

“Clever woman.” Chloe’s voice turned smug. “The funny part is, Mira never even had a degree, yet she was good at everything. Ethan is so blind, it’s pathetic.” That was it. Ethan’s hand shook as he turned the doorknob. He could no longer hold himself back. The door flew open with a loud bang. Chloe and Nathan froze where they were — tangled in sheets, eyes wide in shock. Chloe gasped, clutching the blanket to her chest. “E-Ethan… when did you—”

' As soon as Elvis Sterling left, Kristen Oliver turned on her cell phone and dialed the video. As soon as I got through, Kristen Oliver frowned and asked, 'Ethan, where's your bastard uncle?' Ethan, who just got up, had a little confused face, and when he heard that he was looking for his uncle, he handed his cell phone to Ethan Wharton directly. Ethan Wharton was a little embarrassed. When he saw Kristen Oliver drunk in the video, he quickly asked, 'Have you been drinking?' Unwitting Elvis Sterling came up and handed the honey water to Kristen Oliver.

"Acres, we have been sitting here waiting for nearly an hour for your arrival. What is it that you wanted to discuss with us so urgently?" Mr Clarre asked, he was a tall man with greying hair and a board member known to be notorious in the business world for his pleasure-seeking activity. Although allegations of his extracurricular activities were made no liable evidence was ever procured. At least not until now. Amused with his arrogance Ethan simply smirked at the man. A chill ran down his spine as an unsettling feeling made its way to his stomach. Looking away he cleared his throat in an attempt to mask his fear.

"I've beaten up plenty of Sacred Training Grounds. What, you're worried about something small like this?" Ethan laughed. "Ha! This is anything but small! You rarely come to Wolsing so you don't know just how arrogant the kids from Parkerville are, especially the ones surrounding Dan when they were at school in Wolsing. I'm actually very happy you taught Clarion a lesson." Harvey blinked. "You're a True Warrior. Could Clarion make you into an enemy?" Ethan shrugged. "Before meeting you, I'm just another blue-blood in the Judds of Wolsing. Before I joined the military, I studied at Wolsing University. Clarion and the others can be considered my schoolmates."

There’s a ripping sound as Blake takes part of my cloak with him. I roll onto my front as Blake rolls back onto his feet. Ethan is close enough that I could touch him, and every muscle in his body is taut. He snarls. I eye him warily, as he glares at Blake with glowing eyes. Blake takes off, part of my cloak between his teeth as he crashes through narrow tree trunks. Ethan tears after him, stirring the carpet of wet leaves and skidding through the mud, slowing to a halt as he reaches the edge of the clearing.

At one point, Emma leaned too far over the table to reach a document, accidentally knocking over Ethan’s coffee cup. “Emma!” Ethan exclaimed as the liquid spread across the table. “Oops,” she said, grabbing a napkin and hastily trying to clean up the mess. Ethan couldn’t help but laugh at her sheepish expression. “You’re a disaster.” “But a helpful disaster,” Emma shot back, grinning. By midnight, a clearer picture had begun to form. Ethan stared at the name they had circled on multiple documents: Richard Clarke, a senior executive who had been with the company for years.

Hannah said over the phone. “Yes mother, you're right… Clark and I are really tired of having to deal with him too. He can't get a single thing and all he wants is to be pampered all the time.” This had Ethan's heart racing rapidly for he could only wish he were in a dream and not hearing it anything at all. “Clark, my lawyer??? Who is this Marcus??” Ethan asked himself internally. Ethan staggered back as though the floor had dropped right under his structure. At this point his mind was reeling with so many thoughts for all that was being said made him weak in the knees. He realised his entire life had been nothing but a whole damn and this left him so helpless.