Heisenberg X Ethan Novels & Stories

Even with the scar, the resemblance is obvious, Ethan is an heir to the Hale family. His face is everywhere, and recognition spreads across the man’s face. His hands start shaking as he reaches for his walkie-talkie, clipped to his belt. My instincts scream,”Ethan.” The man hears the name, but Ethan doesn't look up. He keeps eating. “There's a man by the counter, “ Ethan shifts his gaze slightly towards the counter. His jaw tightens immediately. “Damn it.” My heart starts pounding. “Does he know you?” He nods once.

he asks Ethan again. Ethan smirks. "We are just getting to know each other, Sir," "I see. So you two are just friends for now, eh?" Dad raises an eyebrow. "Yes, oh my god. We are just friends. Will you stop interrogating Ethan, please?" I say irritably. "Yes. Let's just eat," Mom agrees with me. We quietly eat for a while. "What's your last name, Ethan?" Henrik suddenly asks. Ethan swallows his last bite of steak and takes a sip of water before answering. "Bolkonsky."

“You think he’d try something?” Ethan let out a slow breath before finally turning to face me, his eyes unreadable. “I don’t think so,” he admitted. “But you seem to think so, I shouldn’t take that lightly.” My pulse thumped against my ribs. The thought alone made me uneasy. Higan was too reckless and unpredictable. No matter the dynamics between Ethan and Alpha Harris, if Higan decided it wasn’t enough to stop him, it wouldn’t be. A sudden realization hit me, and I sucked in a breath, dropping my voice. “Can he,” I hesitated, my nerves kicking in. “Can he hear us?”

“Wait, he does? How?!” “It’s an awfully long story. But you know what? Surprise, surprise! He is also someone famous. I think that his name is….Ethan? Ethan….yeah, sorry. I have no clue.” “Ethan Sky.” Xander utters. “He’s a popstar. He’s Romeo?” “I..uhm…oops. You aren’t supposed to know that. Anyway, keep it a secret, will you?” Me and my big mouth just blurted out Ethan’s true identity. What’s wrong with me!?

When Adrian retu⁠rned, f‌reshl‌y sho‌wered and in a blac‍k robe, Etha⁠n was still on the bed. “We have dinne⁠r with the inv⁠estors in two hours,” Adria⁠n said, vo⁠ic​e neutra‌l. “Shower and d​ress appropr‍iately, no mark⁠s visible.” Ethan sat up slowly. “‌Is th‌is how it’s going to be now?‌ Y‍ou fuck me li‌ke you need me to breathe, then treat me lik‌e a disposabl‍e whore?”

No words were required for them to know what Ethan wanted them to do. Ethan turned around in his chair as his eyes admired the silver fox with green eyes on the wall. The next head of Torex will soon be in this room. His lips curved into a smirk at the irony of it all. He couldn’t remember the last time when Hayden was here. It was too long ago…too long… Ethan could hear loud sounds of commotion outside of his room before the door to the room flew open with a loud bang and Hayden strode in.

She opens her mouth to retort when the bell rings and she unnecessarily widens her eyes before she turns to the mirror at lightning speed then leaps to the door. And I hear several squealing and smooching voices while I try not to gag. When they go on for about minutes with no intention of stopping, I can't help myself, "Get past my door already, I'm hardly interested in a live demonstration of how rodents colonize!" I hear snickers before I see them, clung together like chewed chewing gum to sienna, is Ethan. He's Latin American with a sweet Bronze complexion and a dozen piercing and ugly tattoos. He's smiling sickly with his teeth on display, "Darling Ree, you sound awfully jelly~ I know a

Masson said, leaning in closer to Ethan, "So...who are you?" Ethan hissed and looked away in frustration. "There we go again with this same stupid question." He muttered under his breath before returning his attention to Masson, "I'm an Alien, okay... forgot my blue face at home..." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "What's your relationship with the CEO?" Masson asked, ignoring everything Ethan said. "He's my boss," Ethan replied. "I don't think so..." "Okay," Ethan said shortly, already looking at his phone screen again.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight. This must be your plus one?” Hae-Jae nodded. “Yes. This is Anna. A close friend.” Ethan turned to me. His eyes held something—hesitation? Guilt? Recognition? But his smile was flawless. “Pleasure to meet you, Anna.” I returned the smile, tilting my head just slightly. “Likewise, Mr…?” “Ethan,” he replied. “Just Ethan.” “Lovely name.” And that was it. No flicker of the past. No mention of Max.

If Damien was using his best men just to drive Ethan to school, the person hunting him wasn't just a common criminal. "Yes, I’ll surely cooperate with him," Ethan replied, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere. "I mean, why wouldn’t I? It’s not like I want to die , right?" He offered a small, tentative smile, hoping for laughter from Damien. Instead, he was met with Damien’s trademark cold face stony, unmoving, and utterly humorless. Ethan felt the urge to sink into the floorboards out of sheer embarrassment. He’s such a bummer, Ethan thought, making a mental note to never, ever attempt a joke in front of this man again.