Ezra Fitz Novels & Stories

It was a message from Ezra. Ezra was the guy from my art class. Tall, always in layers even when it was warm, his fingers usually stained with charcoal or paint. He had a habit of wearing way too many rings, and he made his own granola bars, which he shared like it was a secret weapon. We’d talked a few times before—little conversations about brush textures, how weird the lighting was in the studio, or what kind of blue looked the most honest. He was… interesting. Ezra: Hope you’re not buried under charcoal dust or your aunt’s antique throw pillows.

"Ezra... Stacy? Broken. Clara? Disappeared. Naomi? Still crying. Should I go on?" Ezra scratched his head. "Okay, those were... complicated." "Complicated, my foot," Ethan snorted. "You’re emotionally unavailable, allergic to commitment, and you flirt like it’s a national sport." Ezra laughed. "You make it sound like I’m some charming villain." "You are a charming villain," Ethan shot back. "And you’d better not mess this one up. If you’re not ready to be serious, stay home." Ezra held up his hand in a mock solemn oath. "Scout’s honor. I’ll behave."

I force my eyes to remain on his face and not the sweat slowly rolling down his broad chest. “If,” I correct. “If you win.” His lips twitch. “I accept.” “This is a terrible, terrible idea,” Tristan mutters. I ignore him. Ezra doesn’t wait to see if I follow. Turning, he saunters back to the ring. That’s the only word for it; his movements are so casual, so confident. Swallowing back my nervousness, I start after him, focusing on the way his muscles ripple along his shoulder blades, the way his spine carves down his back, two dimples stamped just above the casual black sweatpants he’d apparently changed into at some point.

"Don’t worry, I think he’s too busy glaring at the guy over by the sparring ring. Something about improper stance or whatever." I shook my head, trying to hide my amusement. "You’re going to get yourself in trouble if you keep making jokes like that." He gave me a playful wink. "Worth it. Besides, you laughed, so that’s a win for me." I rolled my eyes but felt a small smile creeping across my face. Ezra’s charm was disarming in a way I hadn’t expected. He was easygoing, confident without being overbearing, and—dare I say it—refreshing compared to the usual seriousness of the pack.

Perfect. Exactly what Margot always wanted beside me. The picture of Hale respectability. She’s smiling and posing for shots. It all comes so naturally to her. “She’s hot, isn’t she?” I turn around and there’s Ezra. He grins and gives me a fist bump. “Heard you crashed a plane for attention. Unbelievable.” I smile. “Let’s not forget someone lost his life.” “You’re right. Not anything to joke about. How are you anyway? Ready for the mass exodus?”

It didn't take long for the gathered crowd to get their answer. Noticing the deepening furrows on Elijah's forehead, Eleanor realized he might not know who Ezra was. She quickly clarified, "Mr. Xanth, there are some things you are not aware of. Ezra is part of the Finch family. He is Jonathan's younger brother and shares the same mother. "Due to certain circumstances back then, Ezra took his mother's surname and never changed it. Ezra is a simple and considerate young man. "When he reached adulthood, he wanted to make it in the entertainment industry on his own without relying on the Finch family name. That's why the public doesn't know about his connection to the Finch family. But in realit

On the second day after the announcement, I saw them giggling as they accepted invites from a group of senior warriors. And then there was Ezra. This guy couldn’t take a single step without being swarmed. Girls, boys, fanboys, fangirls—everyone wanted to be on his team. I even saw a girl break down sobbing after he rejected her. She dropped out of school that same day. “What’s Ezra’s major?” I asked Roy. “You don’t know? He’s a warrior.” Of course he is. Tall, muscular, aggressive—total alpha-hole. “Is he any good?”

Thought of family full of girls, wouldn't it be merrier if they add two more members of the family, adds two more stubborn girls to give Carl a couple of new headaches. Ezra is now working as an 8th grade teacher on a University near them and she's actually great at it, always busy burying herself with lesson plans, checking papers, placing records, computing grades and add the fact that she has an eyeglasses right now. And Finley, Finley has been the center of the Dolora's teasing and a laugh table. She has been the talk of the family, the bit of a bug bear that comes and goes. Acting like a snot exiting and entering someone's nose.

Ezra lips pulled into a lopsided grin as he reached across the table, “How about we dance and pretend like the asshole never existed? But I have to warn you, I'm not as graceful dancing as I am a warrior.” I nodded as he stood, lacing our fingers together, and pulling me to the dance floor. Ezra’s hand felt warm and safe. He was kind and attentive. For a brief moment, I wondered what my life would have looked like if I fell for someone like him. If I text him, he responds. If I call, he makes time. Hell, Tessa called him in as a reinforcement, and he made the three-hour trip simply to join her attempt at cheering me up.

Ezra commented meaningfully while he ran. Lysithea had only caught up to Ezra with great effort after running her fastest. She bit her lower lip and thought about how incredulous she found Zayn’s current performance. One should know that Zayn had still been a third-tier master fighter just a few months ago. After training with her, he managed to achieve the fourth tier with great effort, and now, he was already at the peak of being a fourth-tier master fighter that even she was no longer a match for Zayn.