Even After Death Novel Olivia And Ethan Novels & Stories

Ethan, on the other hand, was a mess. I knew how he would react, especially after what happened with Veronica. I knew he still hadn’t forgiven me to this day. But I kept that at the back of my mind, knowing how I could always break him with that. It was fate that made him fall for Olivia as well. He somehow always wound up going after my leftovers. But now, I was hungry. And I had to take back what was mine.

Eventually, I moved on to a new home, a new job, and a new life. One day, I received a call from the police. The officer said, "Ms. Sawyer, good evening. We found a man who froze to death overnight at a cemetery. "He was heavily intoxicated. We traced his records and found that you were listed as his emergency contact." I exhaled slowly. "I used to be, but not anymore. Please proceed with your standard protocols." "Understood. Sorry to disturb you." After hanging up, I looked toward the sky and whispered a quiet prayer. I asked the universe to send kindness to those who truly needed it.

She walked over to Ethan's unconscious body and threw the ice water on him without hesitation. Ethan's eyes flew open, and he gasped for air. He lifted his head, saw Lyra, and his gaze immediately sharpened. "It really was you?" His voice came out hoarse. "You killed Maia?" Lyra let out a cold laugh. "At least you've got some brain cells left." She crouched down and met his eyes. "But you figured it out too late. I'm about to send you to join your sister." "Why?" Ethan's eyes were bloodshot, and his wolf fought for control. "I was so good to you! For you, I even—"

ETHEL “Tell me, if Declan dumped you tomorrow, would anyone here still know your name?” The entire hallway drowned in laughter around him. My books hit the floor before I could even process that I had been shoved. My soda followed, the cap popped free and the dark liquid soaked my economics textbook. “Instead of going on a weight loss journey,” Tavian snickered, tilting his head like he was genuinely puzzled, “you are hauling more junk drinks around. What's the goal here, Ethel? To fill the entire hallway when you walk past?”

Everyone could walk up to her and start a conversation – even when some men became too friendly, Noah didn’t show his face. “I was thinking we could have a movie night later. You know, like good old times. Some popcorn, maybe pizza and a tiny bit of soda because we don’t need the hyperactive Olive anymore,” Enzo laughed. “We could catch up on our lives, you know?” He added in a whisper. The atmosphere in the laundry room changed from cheerful to tense. A part of Olivia still grieved after the life she knew before she returned from England. She never had a chance to cry over the death of her parents or accept that they weren’t there anymore.

something must be wrong. "Read this if you don't believe me," Ethan suddenly said, giving me a book. The title of the book made my heart beat intensely. The name was too weird. calming my nervous self I opened the book and started reading the book. Soon my expression started changing little by little until it became distorted. At that point, I was feeling irritated and slowly my irritation turned to anger. What the hell? So this was what Ethan's father was planning. He was waiting for the blood moon which would be in a few days so he would be immortal.

"The one Silas tried to burn. You aren't just still married to Ethan." He opened the folder, and I felt the world tilt one final time. "You're the legal owner of the Wolfe name," Julian whispered. "Because Ethan... the man sitting over there... he isn't a Wolfe at all. He’s the first 'spare' Eleanor ever made. The real Ethan Wolfe died twenty-five years ago."

She looked at the dress at Ethan beside me at the way Ethans hand had moved to the small of my back without either of us noticing. I turned back to the conversation in front of me. My heart was going fast. I kept my face still. "You know someone, " Ethan said quietly beside me. Not a question. Yes, I answered. "My ex fiancé, " I said. ". My former best friend." A pause. "Together?" "Together." Another pause. Then Ethan did something I didn't expect. He turned slightly toward me. Said quietly: "Then let them watch." I didn't look back at Daven for the rest of the evening.

The silence between us thickened. "I can’t believe you could be this cruel," Olivia said bitterly. Her voice shook with rage. "Emily is fighting for her life in the hospital. And that’s not the worst part. Your child, your very first child…….is dead." The world around me seemed to slow down. “What are you saying, Olivia?" She stepped closer, her face inches from mine. "You killed your own child, Ethan. You ignored every call, every message. We pleaded with you to help her, to get her out. But you turned your back. You wanted nothing to do with her. And now… your first seed is gone."

I looked up, first at the priest's face and then slowly to Ethan, who looked like someone trying to speed up the time and get the hell out of here, and then to the audience, whose eyes were pointing upwards, expecting answers, and then to the cameramen adjusting their cameras… “No…” I muttered. “What?” the priest asked. “I mean—y… yes, yes,” I said with a kind of smile that pulled all the veins in my neck. ‘Awwwwn,’ went the crowd, and everyone clapped. The priest turned to Ethan: “Ethan Rio Blackwood, do you take Sophia Anne Carter to be your wife, to love and cherish her through all the joys and challenges of her life, together, forever, and always?” “Well… no, I'm not ready to share my be