Ethan X Clarke Novels & Stories

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.

Ethan said. “I’m fine now, thanks to her!” Damien said. Ethan looked in Seraphina’s direction. She sat with the effortless composure of someone accustomed to being watched, unhurried, precise — a stillness that made the room feel quieter around her. Ethan grinned as he extended his hand. “Ethan Lockwood, unfortunately, we’re related.” His gaze fluttered briefly toward Damien as he spoke. “Seraphina St. Claire!” Seraphina said. “The New York St. Claire?” Ethan asked surprised.

My nose touched his neck, the bubbled water singing with every little movement I made. “Where did you go?” “I talked to Olivia.” My fingers traced his collarbone down to his pectorals, following the pattern around his heart. “You didn’t tell me Vino Zakharov is Nate’s father.” Evan sighed, his hands rubbing my arms. “It wasn't my secret to tell, baby. It was Olivia’s and I don’t think Nathan knew about it.” “So that’s why Zakharov was helping him? That’s why he’s willing to have his high-ranking official killed rather than give into Klaus’ demand.”

“It’s not you, Haven. It’s him.” I looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?” “You know about Clarisse, right?” he asked carefully. “His ex. I assume you do if you snooped around his room.” I nodded slowly. “He told me a little. Said she died in a car accident. Three-year relationship.” Ethan nodded. “Clarisse wasn’t just any girlfriend. She was his everything back then. They grew up together, actually. She was the daughter of his father’s best friend—someone his dad approved of, encouraged even. It was the only relationship his father ever openly supported.”

Flash walked past him with Ethan who sent him a deadly look that made him frown. They went behind the leaves and behold. The cave was even clearer, with a giant statue of Clark. Omegas moved around in ripped clothes, both boys and girls, walking under Clark's harsh treatment. They were all there, the three boys and the other two girls looking like they've always been. No difference. Ethan searched among the small for the only person, for his priority. "Get the fuck out!" He heard a loud growl as a male omega try to scramble away he was covered with cuts and bruises, he lay flat on the floor choke on his breath as blood creep out of his mouth.

Charlie Hunnam brunette twin. “Good morning, sunshine. You seem to be eager waking up?” She bit her lip and Clarke’s eyes lingers at her movement. She could’ve swear that he had growl at that and he push himself to sit up. The thin sheets fell and El shriek. She covers her face which made Clarke laughed. “You act like you never seen it before, baby. I’m offended.” “I don’t care if I’ve seen it a million times. You don’t have to present it to me like a bone. I’m not a dog!”

Rider. “I did nothing to her... I am still fully honoring my deal with you.” Ethan said with a half-smirk. “Don’t act cocky with me!” Mr. Rider snapped in anger. Immediately, Ethan held back another smile because he could feel how pissed he was, and then he casually said, “Okay... Can we talk somewhere private then?” Looking over at Clara who was now throwing him a hard stare, Mr. Harrison cleared his throat and said, “Follow me to my study.”

If I'll continue staring at him I might lose control and shouted at him right now because he didn't introduce himself to me earlier. Wait, what am I talking about?! Why does he need to introduce himself to me?! He doesn't even know me! I mentally messed my hair out of frustration. Gretta clapped to get our attention. "Marketing employees, this is Mr. Ethan Iverson, the CEO and the only successor of Iverson Empire."

Inside, the place smelled like beer and fried onions. Hockey highlights played on three muted televisions above the bar. I spotted Ethan immediately. He was already at the table in the back corner, one arm stretched along the back of the booth, a half-empty pint glass in front of him. He had changed into dark jeans and a black shirt that stretched across his chest and shoulders. He looked up when I approached and that same slow, cocky grin spread across his face. “Clara Evans. I was starting to think you won't show up.

… On the day of the funeral, people came in a steady stream—Dad's students, the clan, and even Ethan's relatives—everyone but Ethan himself. Suddenly, a sleek black box was handed to me. I opened it, and inside were photos of Ethan and Chloe on a private beach, entwined and kissing. There was also a video. In the footage, Chloe wore a bikini, laughing playfully as she asked Ethan, "Ethan, did you ever love that old, ugly she-wolf? Or have you only ever loved me?" His reply was tender. "Of course. It wasn't until I met you that I understood what true love really is."