Ethan X Lyra Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ethan said. Lora suddenly raised her head and looked at Ethan with a surprised expression, "You came here with Mr. Xavier?" "Yes. Who else do I know who is rich besides him, Lora? Besides ... after I broke up with Louise, I had no intention of looking for a girlfriend. My main focus now is to build a large clinic that I can use to treat people in need," Ethan explained. Lora swallowed hard, feeling so embarrassed for having made assumptions about her boss. The girl lowered her head again and played with her food to hide her embarrassment.

Ethan stood at the door like he owned the place, one hand in his pocket, the other extended toward my father. “Ethan Cole,” he said smoothly. My dad didn’t shake his hand. He just blinked. Stared. Then blinked again. “Wait. The Ethan Cole?” Ethan’s lips curved slightly, but there was no humor in it. “I wasn’t aware there was another.” My mom sucked in a breath, glancing between me and Ethan like she’d misheard. “Ariana, what’s going on?” Before I could answer, Emma appeared, long, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, blue eyes gleaming with curiosity.She didn’t even pretend to acknowledge me.

“Give the money to Aria and we close this matter without my presence.” Ethan’s response is cold and cutting, devoid of any sympathy. He dismisses her attempt at reconciliation, making it clear that if she truly wants to return the money, she can give it to me. He refers to it as a cleaning f*e for bringing garbage—meaning Lydia—to my company. The words are brutal, a stark reminder of her fall from grace.

"My name is Ethan. We're getting you out. Can you stand?" He stood immediately. "Yes," he said. His voice sounded like someone who had been told yes was not an available answer for a long time and had just remembered it was. Jade was harder. She was in the corner of her room, sitting on the floor with her back to the wall, and when I pushed the door open she pulled her knees up and looked at me with eyes that had been hurt in a way that had become defensive. "I don't know you," she said. "No. My name is Ethan." I crouched down. Not moving closer, just getting level. "I'm a Lure. I know what they've done here. I'm not doing that."

Elena's POV Five years had passed since the divorce. Five years since Adrian Black signed my life away like I was a bad investment he needed to cut loose. And somehow, I was still thriving. I was Dr. Lyra Royce now… or at least that’s what the world knew me as. My real name was no longer relevant. I had created a new identity, I didn't want to be reminded about my past life and well, discretion was good for my job. The most feared corporate strategist in the country.

My two entities were colliding with each other as I took each step. "You can't harm her!" The voice spoke again within my soul. "No, don't listen to him, listen to me! I'm your wolf! You agreed to let me free!" "No, Ethan! You can never be a human if you hurt her tonight! Come back to your senses! You must fight!" "Ethan! We can conquer the world if you listen to me, I can show you the way! Kill your prey! She's none but your prey!" "Ethan! No!"

Not if she could help it She walked through the narrow hallway looking around for Ethan. A soft clatter came from somewhere ahead like a pot hitting something. She followed the sound and when she reached the kitchen, she froze at the door, eyes wide Ethan Laurent, billionaire heir, Luxemount heartthrob, the same guy who kissed like sin and walked like power was standing there by the stove, cooking. Like real life cooking Lydia blinked, not even sure her brain was processing it right. She cleared her throat

“Yeah, that’s what I said to the women who kindly informed me of his nickname. But you can rest assured; he’s not a serial killer.” “Says every serial killer ever.” I muttered under my breath but clearly Ethan heard me because he was once again in a fit of laughter. “You’re funny, Lydia. I think we’ll work well together.” “Work well on what exactly?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear in all his bad tempered glory. “Morning, Lyric.” I greeted him sourly. “You’re in a cheerful mood.” “Morning…honey.” Lyric said with an evil smirk and swung his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his chest while Ethan seemed to be chocking on thin air. “Hey Ethan.”

Lyra’s head snapped to Ethan's shocked and confused face. When their eyes met, she immediately realized herself and pushed away from Tyson. “Mr. Ethan…” Ethan just cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uhm, sorry. Excuse me,” he mumbled before disappearing. Lyra’s lips parted with mortification. How on earth did things keep getting worse? Then she glared at Tyson. “I hope you're happy now?” He didn't even have the decency to look guilty or sorry. His back was still against the wall, hands casually adjusting his rumpled white shirt that she'd squeezed. And that infuriated her even more.

I could tell the crowd was excited and gasps resounded around when the Lycan transformed and leapt at her, jaws open wide, ready to sink his teeth into her flesh. She must have bruised his ego. At the last second, Lycia sent a burst of energy shot from her palms, sending the Lycan flying back into a lamppost. He landed on his side, shaking his head, trying to regain his bearings from the red hue of light that had forced him to back away. ‘Stop her, please. People are recording.’ Well I did need to protect her identity. ‘Use that magic scroll to ruin all the footage just taken. I can also see her friend in the crowd. She is the one in the front with black hair and blue eyes; you take her and