Go Far Away Novel Clara And Ethan Novels & Stories

I said feeling tears welling up at the corner of my eyes, Lucas nodded, I started walking away from him, I wanted to be alone, he can never change. I started walking, with no clue of where the hell I was going, but as long as it's far from him, I'll be fine. I didn't realize how far I walked but I walked a lot, I was facing a lake, it wasn't icy or anything, but it seemed cold.

### Chapter 6: The Weight of Secrets Ethan’s words hung in the air, heavy with unresolved emotion. The kitchen, once warm and filled with the comforting smell of fresh coffee, now felt cold and stifling. Claire’s mind was spinning, struggling to process what Ethan had just revealed. Her grandmother had been on the beach that night, the night Claire had left Seabreeze, searching for a love lost to time. The image of her grandmother standing alone on the sand, eyes fixed on the horizon, waiting for someone who would never return, sent a chill down Claire’s spine.

Ethan continued to indulge himself in his work. A moment later, Devin walked in. "Sir," he called out. "What is it?" asked Ethan drily. "Chloe has traveled out of the city," he responded. "Where has she gone to," asked Ethan as he continued to work, not bothering to look at him. "Japan, sir," he responded. "Okay, that's good. Atleast, I don't have to worry about her kidnapping Aviana, again," said Ethan, his face still expressionless.

“Not bad for a morning’s work, huh?” Ethan smirked, shaking his head. “Not bad at all, Cliff.” After the call ended on a high note, Ethan and Clifford headed to a nearby café for a quick break. Sitting in a corner booth with steaming coffee, they quietly reflected on the morning’s success, feeling content.

he said, a note of concern in his voice. Clara wiped her hands on her apron and smiled at the sight of them. “I needed some fresh air. The letter keeps playing in my mind.” Before Ethan could reply, a sudden commotion broke the tranquility. The sound of horses’ hooves thundered in the distance, growing louder with each passing moment. Ethan handed their daughter to Clara and stepped forward, his protective instincts flaring.

Ethan and I tried our best to keep Ella's life normal, spending our days playing games, telling stories, and laughing. One evening, as I was tossing and turning and turning on the bed trying to get some sleep without worrying about the problems ahead of us, my phone buzzed with a message from a no caller ID number that read,You can’t keep running away from me Clara; I will get you sooner or later. Till then, have a nice trip with your family, b*tch!!”

Never asked for help unless it was absolutely necessary. People like her didn’t grow up feeling safe. Ethan recognized the signs too well. She carried her past the way some people carried scars hidden beneath clothes, invisible to strangers, but aching when touched the wrong way. And somehow, without trying, he had become someone who touched too close. A knock came at his door. Clara didn’t wait for permission before stepping in. “You’ve been distant,” she said. Ethan didn’t look up immediately. “I’ve been busy.”

However, all the chairs and the dining table had been relocated. “Let’s go,” Ethan said firmly, then turned and led the men away. They drove through the streets until they reached the place where Ethan had visited Clara before. The moment they arrived, the entrance door swung open, and Clara stepped out, her face lighting up with joy at the sight of the truck. “Babe!” she called, rushing toward him. Ethan stepped out of the car, wrapping his arms around her waist. He lowered his head and kissed her passionately, their lips meeting under the watchful gaze of the men unloading the truck.

Clara thought of herself as his girlfriend, and everything felt right in the world. But everything came crashing down when he opened his door, and his pesky little brother was there, sitting on his couch, watching a movie. Baz and Clara were kissing and getting handy with each other when they both realized he was there. ‘Stop! Stop! Stop!’ Ethan Colfer yelled, ‘My eyes are burning! You can’t contaminate me like this. I’m still a baby.’ Clara screamed, ‘Aghhh!!!’