Even After Death Novel Olivia And Ethan Novels & Stories

“On what exactly? You still haven’t told me what’s so special about these books.” I tried to casually reach behind my old nursing textbooks where I had hidden my collection, but because of how fast I was I ended up knocking over a stack of notebooks. The Papers scattered everywhere creating a big mess. “Smooth,” Ethan commented dryly. “Shut up,” I muttered, scrambling to pick up the papers while trying to block his view of the bookshelf. But Ethan had sharp eyes, and he had already spotted what I was trying to hide. “‘The Duke’s Wicked Ways,’” he read aloud, picking one of the books from behind the textbooks. “‘The Highlander’s Forbidden Touch.’”

Ethan clearly thought the resemblance was close enough. "He loved you so much," I continued. "I remember when you came home after meeting him for the first time. You couldn't stop smiling. You said you found your forever." Forever turned out to be five months. A car accident on a rainy night, gone in seconds. Ethan had nearly died too, but his Alpha healing saved him. Physically, anyway. Emotionally, he became a walking corpse. I had gone to the funeral. I stood in the back while Ethan stood at the front, his face blank and his eyes empty.

His fingers brush through his hair as his eyes fix on the papers he’d most likely been working on before I arrived. “Of course, Adrian. You’re right, and everyone else is wrong. I’m sure you told Isabella your ex was back in town. I’m sure you had the common decency to tell your wife and best friend that the woman who drove you to almost drink yourself to death was back in your life. Closure?” he snorted. “I know you, Adrian. You’re a bad fucking liar. Let me make this clear. If you fuck around with Olivia—” I slammed my hands against the counter. “I will not do such a thing. For fuck sakes, Ethan—”

Instead, I walked straight to the main table and took a seat with a cold expression. As the wedding march began, Ethan held Daisy's hand and walked onto the stage beneath the spotlight. Then, he picked up the microphone and declared emotionally, "Thank you all for being here. Daisy is terminally ill, yet she was willing to use her life to carry on the Taylor family line. For this immense sacrifice, I, Ethan Taylor, can only repay her with a lifetime of commitment." Thunderous applause filled the hall. Just then, several reporters in the front row suddenly stood up, firing questions one after another.

she thought with a smile. "Now I just have to make sure he doesn't find anything incriminating out," she said and fetched her phone and started typing away. At the penthouse, Andrews went to see Mr Carter. "Do we need to act now?" he asked "What is the latest news?" he asked "Ethan knows, Olivia is dead," he reported

He would look physically fit on the outside but with every breath he takes, it would be as if a thousand needles were piercing through his skin. When Ethan started beating up the bastard, Olivia was shocked. She only came back to her senses when she realized that the man was on the verge of dying. She immediately went and hugged Ethan from the back. Although she wished for the man to die, she did not want Ethan to dirty his hands. Dying at Ethan’s hands would be such an honor for the man but she did not want her darling to be called a murderer. “Darling, calm down. You have already done enough.” when Ethan felt the slender body bounce on his back and the soft arms hug him around his chest, h

Since then, the house has become deserted and haunted in Libya. There was even a rumour that the house always came to life at night and always called people in their dreams. It was said that the spirit of the woman still exists in the house, and it always craved blood and human organs. Nonetheless, I don't believe any of this shit. I believe that after death, there is judgement, just like our pastor always said. But that also raised another question in my heart. If the bible says it is judgement after death, then how was it possible for me to find my spirit in another realm? Perhaps all the rumours about the house are true after all I have seen and gone through.

My voice was cold. There was silence at the other end. The silence stretched long enough for my patience to wear thin. Raviel was waiting for me. Realizing I couldn't continue waiting for him, I resumed walking. Soon, I stood before the Sun Cafe, and the security man pushed the door open for me, inviting me in. Nick finally coughed lightly. "Ethan," his voice was strained, as if he were on the verge of tears. I laughed inwardly. Of course, he was used to getting his way through tears. Maybe that was how he also got Vesper's heart.

Olivia lay awake, listening to the soft ticking of the clock, feeling the weight of the trap pressing down, knowing that Nuel’s patience was finite, his observation absolute. Ethan came to her window one last time before midnight. His voice was soft, urgent. “When it happens… we face it. Together. Nothing else matters.” Olivia nodded. She could feel the snare tightening, the danger rising, the lines between loyalty, love, and survival blurring. And deep in her chest, she knew that the next steps would define everything: who would fall, who would survive, and who would be left in the ruins of fractured loyalties.