Ethan X Heisenberg Mga Nobela at Kwento

he asks Ethan again. Ethan smirks. "We are just getting to know each other, Sir," "I see. So you two are just friends for now, eh?" Dad raises an eyebrow. "Yes, oh my god. We are just friends. Will you stop interrogating Ethan, please?" I say irritably. "Yes. Let's just eat," Mom agrees with me. We quietly eat for a while. "What's your last name, Ethan?" Henrik suddenly asks. Ethan swallows his last bite of steak and takes a sip of water before answering. "Bolkonsky."

a deep voice commands from the other side. With a deep breath, I push open the door and step into the spacious office. Ethan is seated behind his polished glass desk, his dark hair perfectly tousled and his eyes focused on a set of blueprints. He glances up as I enter, and for a moment, I'm caught in the intensity of his gaze. It's like he's studying me, peeling back the layers to see who I really am.

He walked down the stairs, and exited through the side door, heading to the balcony. After taking a seat on the couch, Ethan opened his laptop, and went to his search bar, typing in, "Harrison Rider." A couple of recent articles caught his attention, and he read it carefully. As he read further and further, his eyebrows furrowed together. "I am back. Let's see how much two years have changed things," Ethan said, staring at the exquisite family photo of the entire Rider family. Then he picked up his phone and dialed a number. It took only one ring for him to hear, "Sergeant, good evening."

"Modern humans create boundaries that only confuse us." "I don't know when I can ask him to mate with me. I still don't know what kind of situation he'll be in, because I don't know his background clearly," Ethan said, feeling down. "He's still keeping himself closed off from me. From everyone." "Don't push him," Erl said. "He's not just any Omega. It doesn't matter if everyone eventually finds out he's scentless, but he's different." "Hmm, I know," Ethan replied.

I said. She gasped, too shocked with my tone. “What do you mean? Don’t think about what?” I sighed as I realized how harsh my tone was. “Never mind. Forget it. What’s your name?” “Helena Starr. What’s your name?” “Ethan Cross.” “Ethan,” Helena repeated my name. “Suitable name for a strong man like you.” “Thank you.” I raised my hand, wanting to stroke Helena’s hair, but I stopped midway. “Are you alright now?”

He shrugged, pretending to be unbothered, but I caught the twitch in his fingers, “You won’t. Not after all that attention you just pulled. Don’t act like you don’t want to hear what I have to say.” I almost laughed at how arrogant he was. Still, I sighed, “Fine. Two minutes. Then I walk.” We stepped into one of the empty media rooms behind the stage, the hum of the crowd fading behind the heavy door. Ethan crossed the room, turned around, and leaned against the opposite wall with his arms folded, mirroring me. “Let me ask you something.” He said, tilting his head, “When did you start studying at HM Institute?” “I believe you have asked this question before? Ask another, your time is ticking

, Mom mutters, her whole expression scared. " Mom, Dad..it's..it's not Alex. This is Ethan.", I say. They both look at me dumbfounded. I turn around and Ethan is staring intently at both of them, just looking like a ghost. His hair is all messy and his eyes are so red. " I'm not a spirit.", he says nonchalantly. " I'm Ethan, Michael's boyfriend." " He...he is your boyfriend ?", Mom asks me, still not out of shock.

“Yeah, well, the prophecy didn’t ask for my permission.” Footsteps in the hallway. Heavy, deliberate, not running like the others. A figure stepped through the wreckage—tall, lean, dark hair pulled back, eyes sharp as broken glass. Ethan. Relic Discovery Lead for the underground network that had been feeding us scraps of truth for months. He looked like he’d run through hell to get here and still had the energy to look pissed. “You picked a hell of a night for a family reunion,” he said, stepping over a dead wolf without looking down. “But I’ve got something. Something that might keep you from tearing yourself apart the next time that happens.”

VALKYRIE Vida tended to Sage's friend immediately once we had arrived at the clinic in our territory. I examined the wallet he had in his pocket and according to his identification card, his name is Ethan Haynes, seventeen years of age. It seemed that he was close to Sage based also on the photo I got from one of the pockets. My mate was sitting on his lap while his arms were around her waist as they were smiling at the camera.

​Because I wasn't alone. ​"I’m telling you, he once spent three hours trying to track down a rogue squirrel because he thought it was a spy from the neighboring pack," Ethan laughed, his shoulders bouncing under his leather jacket. "The guy has zero chill. He’s had a stick up his ass since he was twelve." ​A genuine, breathless laugh escaped my lips. "Please tell me you have pictures of that." ​"Somewhere in the old archive room, absolutely. I’ll dig them out for you," Ethan said, giving me a warm, easy smile. He walked with a lazy grace, hands shoved into his pockets, totally the opposite of Jaxson.