Ethan X Heisenberg Novels & Stories

the man remarked with a smirk. Disgust welled up inside Hailey. She stood up, fixing him with a cold stare. "Who are you, by the way?" "Oh, sorry. I'm Ethan James," he said, extending his hand. Hailey ignored his hand and instead crossed her arms over her chest, recognizing him as a businessman from another city. "Whether they are womanizers or not, Mr. Ethan, the kind of person who would make such a claim is probably a regular visitor of pubs and dance clubs themselves," Hailey replied sharply. She glanced over at Cassian and Caleb, now looking in her direction, before storming out of the hall.

Kristen Oliver was frightened by his abnormal appearance, gritted his teeth, and reluctantly replied, 'What is your relationship with Xenos Winter, we are what we are. 'Kristen Healey, do you have to talk to me like this?' Ethan Wharton growled in anger, punched the wall in anger, and his blood flowed. When the noise alarmed the people outside the house, Elvis Sterling kicked the door open and pulled away Ethan Wharton, who was approaching. 'Ethan Wharton, even if there is any misunderstanding between you, you should talk about it well. Don't scare Queenie.' “Queenie？ It's really intimate. '

Ethan explained. "Hmm, that is peculiar. What was your response?" Angela asked. "What else could I say? I assured him that I had no secrets, as my promotion was merely a manifestation of divine grace," Ethan responded. "Very well, I noticed you engaging in soliloquy," Angela observed. "Indeed, something perplexes me," Ethan replied. "What is it that perplexes you?" Angela inquired. "Do you recall that I mentioned some time ago that Steven suffers from asthma?" Ethan asked.

“What about you?” Ethan cuts into his steak while answering, “I work in the heart of the pack as a funds manager, but I’m also a Gamma, so I help with security and protection when necessary.” I nod, taking a bite of my pasta. Our conversation is stiff for a while, but soon, we fall into a polite rhythm of taking turns asking questions. “Did you always want to be an assistant?” Ethan questions, looking up from his plate. “Or did you have a dream job that’s different?”

Beth was leaning on Austin's shoulder, laughing. "Oh my God, Austin, stop!" she squealed when he tickled her neck. He looked up and saw me standing in the doorway. His expression snapped shut, turning into that cold, empty mask he wore at school. He didn't say hello. He didn't nod. He just looked through me. "Hey, Austin, can you get me the red blanket? I'm freezing," Beth said, still focused on the screen, oblivious. Austin immediately got up, walking right past me without meeting my eyes. He grabbed the blanket from the chair and returned, draping it carefully over Beth.

Even with the scar, the resemblance is obvious, Ethan is an heir to the Hale family. His face is everywhere, and recognition spreads across the man’s face. His hands start shaking as he reaches for his walkie-talkie, clipped to his belt. My instincts scream,”Ethan.” The man hears the name, but Ethan doesn't look up. He keeps eating. “There's a man by the counter, “ Ethan shifts his gaze slightly towards the counter. His jaw tightens immediately. “Damn it.” My heart starts pounding. “Does he know you?” He nods once.

​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.

His words were smooth, devoid of any accusatory tone. Ethan laughed, his melodious voice filling the room. "Ah, so you beat me to it, Sebastian! I thought I was the one giving you a pleasant surprise." He shook his head, turning to Hazel with twinkling eyes. "You know, Sebastian has been my friend since we were both struggling through economic philosophy at Lovingston. He’s a brilliant investor, but more importantly, he has integrity." “Ethan exaggerates, Miss Quinn,” Sebastian chimed in. “Just call me Hazel!” she replied.

This was the first time he ever looked at me like that. Out of fear, I froze. He looked psychotic. Kaiden also stopped, looking at what I was looking at. Ethan’s gaze moved between our intertwined hands and Kaiden’s face. He didn’t look at me once. "Dr. Ethan?" Kaiden said, his tone extremely provocative. How does he know him? Could they… have some connection? "Lawyer Kaiden." Ethan extended his hand to him. I wasn’t surprised that Ethan knew Kaiden; he’s the most famous lawyer in the country.

I sat with a piece of meat suspended on my fork, lost in thought. Ethan noticed my paralysis. “What’s occupying your mind? Has Charlie Whitaker made another move?” I took a bite, trying to sound casual. “Do you know him well?” “We shared a classroom in our youth,” Ethan answered calmly. Then, he dropped a bombshell. “Would you care to see a catalog of his previous lovers?” I choked on my food, a violent coughing fit seizing me. I slammed my fork down and drained my entire glass of water.