Heisenberg X Ethan Novels & Stories

A few curious heads turned his way but Ethan gave them a small apologetic smile and they returned to minding their business. Xaver felt like a large, heavy weight hung on chest like a wrecking ball on a crane. Sniffing, he blinked furiously to keep the waterworks at bay and lifted his head, glad that Ethan had kept his silence and already knew the question before he asked it and rendered the answer, "He's at the station" Xaver's voice was bitter, "And I'm going to make sure it stays that way" The son of a bitch. ~•~

My silence rang in the room loud and clear, making him sigh. “It is probably not my place to tell you this, but don’t get involved with him. He is fucked up in the head, always has been, and always will be. He would always cause you pain,” Xavier said, his tone filled with outrage as he talked about Ethan. His words cut something deep in me, because I knew he was right. ——- Ethan’s driver picked me up at exactly nine, driving me to his house. Jennifer’s voice was the first thing that greeted me. I watched her from the door as she hugged him tightly, planting a kiss on his cheek while he smiled down at her, caressing her head.

He shrugged, pretending to be unbothered, but I caught the twitch in his fingers, “You won’t. Not after all that attention you just pulled. Don’t act like you don’t want to hear what I have to say.” I almost laughed at how arrogant he was. Still, I sighed, “Fine. Two minutes. Then I walk.” We stepped into one of the empty media rooms behind the stage, the hum of the crowd fading behind the heavy door. Ethan crossed the room, turned around, and leaned against the opposite wall with his arms folded, mirroring me. “Let me ask you something.” He said, tilting his head, “When did you start studying at HM Institute?” “I believe you have asked this question before? Ask another, your time is ticking

I sat on one of the coach facing the stairs and crossed my legs leaning back with the papers far ahead on the center table. Some few minutes later Ethan emerged from the stairs , he walked slowly and gracefully , it tugged at my heart. He looked so pale and tired. He was wearing black sweatpants and white turtle neck sweater. He's lips was blue but still kissable. He was sick. He looked so tired, I felt bad for dragging my ass here to disturb him. It made me more concerned. I tried not to show, He's going to land me a nasty comment anyway. "Afternoon Mr Ethan," I stood up to great him . he nodded.

Ethan was perched on the armchair in the living room, apparently talking to Eric on his cell phone and at the same time checking his e"mails on the notebook, which was deposited in his lap. But when Alexis appeared in front of him, wearing one of his shirts and sexy black heels, he completely forgot the content of the conversation. The other was still talking on the other side, but he was deaf. His eyes scanned from her feet, slowly climbing those legs that were even more toned because of the heels, the shirt with only two buttons closed, but that didn't let him know if she was wearing anything else underneath. Then he found her smile. Enigmatic, full of promise. There was nothing sexier tha

I said quietly. “Postpone?” Mom looked horrified. “Honey, all those people are already at the venue. The flowers, the catering, the musicians…everything’s ready.” “But I don’t have a proper dress—” Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, interrupting my protest. Everyone turned toward the door as a familiar figure filled the doorway. Ethan stood there in his perfectly tailored black tuxedo, looking like he stepped off the cover of a magazine. His dark eyes took in the scene…the destroyed dress, Emma’s tear-streaked face, Mom hovering protectively, the general chaos of my bedroom.

“If the movie’s terrible, we make fun of it. If it’s decent, we enjoy it. Either way, you get a couple hours off.” The lights dimmed fully a moment later. Ethan turned his eyes to the screen, the simple distraction already pulling him in further than he expected. For a stretch the day at the rink faded, replaced by the easy dark of the theater and the sound of the film beginning. Midway through the second act Ethan’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He shifted, pulled it out just enough to see the screen, and angled it away from the light of the film. An unknown number. ‘You don’t know what really happened between Jax and Marcus.’

“Yeah, well, the prophecy didn’t ask for my permission.” Footsteps in the hallway. Heavy, deliberate, not running like the others. A figure stepped through the wreckage—tall, lean, dark hair pulled back, eyes sharp as broken glass. Ethan. Relic Discovery Lead for the underground network that had been feeding us scraps of truth for months. He looked like he’d run through hell to get here and still had the energy to look pissed. “You picked a hell of a night for a family reunion,” he said, stepping over a dead wolf without looking down. “But I’ve got something. Something that might keep you from tearing yourself apart the next time that happens.”

He muttered. “Your dick,” Ethan snapped before he smirk when Levi clenched his jaws together in annoyance. That’s what Ethan wants. He wants Levi to lose his cool with him and use violence against him. Ethan doesn’t mind if Levi breaks his bones and split his skin – he just wants to stop thinking, and here only Levi can help him stop. Ethan grinned as he tilted his head, “You know I don’t mind it, right?” He winked at the big guy. “I mean, you already know I am gay.” He shrugged.

I don't want to complicate things between is any further Okayyyy Ethan's planning something big 😁😁😩😩 Watch out Ava