Ethan X Heisenberg Novels & Stories

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.

It isn’t Richard. It isn’t Bishop Gray. It isn’t an assassin or a stranger from the shadows. It’s Ethan.

I asked as I accompanied him, we got into the elevator and fortunately no one was in there just the both of us. “You don't have to worry about anything, I did my job as your PR” Ethan said tiredly. “Thank you” I said to him, He swallowed up the hate he had for me and did his job, that should be the word I should say to him. He just looked at me and didn't say anything, we got to the second floor and he got out “Bite your tongue whenever you get hit by a trigger question, it reduces anxiety” Ethan said and left.

“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.”

"Ethan is a psycho. As far as my research says, Ethan doesn't know how his fiance looks at present. He has her childhood image stuck in his head and he is searching for her. And maybe that's why Antonio Colombo is searching for Valentina." Xavier's hand formed into a fist. He wanted to beat the shit out of Antonio Colombo. How could a father give away his daughter to such a guy who is mentally sick? Ethan, that guy is charged with murder and has some serious mental disorder. How does he even fake it in public? "Your assumption can be right, Xavier. Antonio didn't employ so many guys before to search for Valentina then why now? And Ethan speeding up his work and visiting your office isn't a g

Think on the positive side we- Shut the fuck up, Dakota! Suddenly I hear an ear-piercing scream of a girl coming from Ethan’s direction. I see him clenching his shirt, trying to hide his chest with his shaky hands. He looks terrifyingly scared and frightened, like a rabbit inside a lion's den. Could it be that Ethan is not Ethan but a girl? Could it be? I need answers to what is he. Is he a she? Is he a he mix she? Who the hell is he!

“Let me see His Highness.” The door opened softly, and Harrison quickly stepped inside, moving to Ethan’s bedside. Ethan lay there, his eyes closed, his face gaunt but still exuding an ethereal beauty, like a celestial being in a deep slumber. Unable to resist, Harrison gently slipped his hand under the blanket, holding Ethan’s icy hand. The soft skin, cold as ice, made Harrison’s heart ache. Sensing the warmth from Harrison’s hand, Ethan slowly opened his eyes. His gaze met Harrison’s, filled with worry and genuine affection. Seeing the concern in Harrison’s eyes, Ethan managed a faint smile.

“You came. And with company.” Maya’s lips curved slightly. “Wouldn’t miss it.” “So,” Valentina said, her gaze flicking to Ethan, “who is he? He doesn’t look like he needs caregiving.” Before Maya could respond, Ethan offered his hand politely. “Ethan Cross,” he said smoothly. “And she’s not my caregiver. She’s much more than that.” Valentina’s smile didn’t waver, but her eyes cooled. “I see. Well, enjoy my engagement.”