Heisenberg X Ethan Novels & Stories

Beth was leaning on Austin's shoulder, laughing. "Oh my God, Austin, stop!" she squealed when he tickled her neck. He looked up and saw me standing in the doorway. His expression snapped shut, turning into that cold, empty mask he wore at school. He didn't say hello. He didn't nod. He just looked through me. "Hey, Austin, can you get me the red blanket? I'm freezing," Beth said, still focused on the screen, oblivious. Austin immediately got up, walking right past me without meeting my eyes. He grabbed the blanket from the chair and returned, draping it carefully over Beth.

He stood taller than before and that ‘I’m important’ energy was oozing from all his pores. Stepping on to the tarmac, we were met by the Maverick’s Head of PR, Jones. ‘How do I know who he is?’ Well, he’s only one of the most sought out manager, for majorly his scary, straightforward, and ruthless approach to all things PR…of course I know who he is. With arms crossed and a no nonsense tilt to his head he said, “You look like shit, Ethan.” “Nice seeing you too Jones” Ethan responded, playfully exasperated.

The guy name is not David ". Who else then? My brows crunched in confusion. " Ethan... Ethan Wright". He suddenly stated and my eyes widened in surprise. What could he want with Ethan? Do they know each other? Or could it be that he liked the guy? No, no... I shook my head trying to shake the thought off. Ethan said he wasn't gay, and from what I knew about Raine he wasn't either. The guy was a Casanova, a playboy. He was said to have multiple girlfriends at a time despite his tight schedule as one of the top male actors in the country.

But the dude, still kept on hold, which was now pissing me the hell off, I mean can't he just fuck off if he isn't wanted again. I took my gaze away again, as it wasn't my business until… I heard his voice. “Dude I said that's enough,” Ethan said, his tone, cold and made me very uncomfortable. And within a split second, I saw myself right in front of the two, instantly grabbing the strange dude hands. “Get your hands off him. ”

I bet Ethan and him were both carved from the same gigolo stone. “And who might you be?” He asked eyeing me up. Somehow I didn't like the guy so much anymore. “I would be ‘none of your businesses!” I said with a big smile plastered on my face. “Feisty, eh?” he gave me a smirk and a wink. “I’m loving it. Nice catch, Ethan.” “What catch? She’s just another student of mine, pestering me for more info and grades.” Ethan's voice was so cold and emotionless that it threw me off guard. I tried my level best not to let it show on my face.

“I’ll meet you at the car.” Lorenzo’s eyes burned into mine for a second—a clear warning—but he turned and followed the butler out, Sebastian trailing behind him with a last, suspicious glance. The library door closed, leaving me alone with Katerina von Heinrich. The room felt suddenly much smaller. “You’re an unusual man, Ethan Chase,” she said, walking slowly to a bookshelf, her back to me. “An Enigma who doesn’t hide. Who built a life, a business, with a man like Lorenzo Rossi. It’s… fascinating.”

His words were smooth, devoid of any accusatory tone. Ethan laughed, his melodious voice filling the room. "Ah, so you beat me to it, Sebastian! I thought I was the one giving you a pleasant surprise." He shook his head, turning to Hazel with twinkling eyes. "You know, Sebastian has been my friend since we were both struggling through economic philosophy at Lovingston. He’s a brilliant investor, but more importantly, he has integrity." “Ethan exaggerates, Miss Quinn,” Sebastian chimed in. “Just call me Hazel!” she replied.

I say to her. “ Yeah, Mommy’re really good at keeping things hidden…” Ethan says. In that moment, his voice sounded a lot like Alaric's... very deep. But when I turn around, I still see my little angel, Ethan, though he looks really upset. I’m unsure of what he could be referring to. “What do you mean, Ethan?” “How long have you known that big man from Pack DarkWood? Alaric?” Ethan’s eyes are laser-focused on my face, like he’s trying to read your expression.

a low, gravelly voice sounded nearby. I turned slowly, a soft, natural smile touching my lips. Ethan Reyes was stepping up the timber stairs from the craft house, carrying a long cedar beam over his broad shoulder. He wore a heavy heather-grey henley with the sleeves pushed up past his forearms, showing muscle forged through years of honest, physical work. His dark, wavy hair caught the golden morning light, and his amber eyes met mine with a steady, captivating warmth that sent a quiet electric pulse through my chest.

"Indeed, let us concentrate on the main issue at hand. Henry was stripped naked, bloodied, and dumped in an abandoned distribution center in the middle of nowhere; his vehicle was crushed as well. He has gone insane and developed a fever. You two got it done, didn't you?" "Is it possible that you are insane?" After hearing this, Ethan became paralyzed and then burst out laughing. "You can't beat a thought whose time has come. "I'm officially dismissing my butt!" She was gradually boasting as she watched Ethan laugh. "Simply continue to laugh. Certainly, Ethsn, chuckle. I'll have the police come to you." "My heart is pure. I chuckle as much as I want." Ethan responded "This is fantastic for y