Heisenberg X Ethan Novels & Stories

How could he not have drunk! Ethan sneered, "I'll disappoint you. I took a cephalosporin this afternoon." He had indeed taken medication for a headache in the afternoon and hadn't touched a drop of alcohol at the banquet. He had already recovered, but now, Ethan felt another headache caused by Isabella's actions. Isabella looked desperate. She noticed that Ethan was driving faster, and when she looked at his gloomy expression, she realized that she might be in trouble... Isabella sat up straight, gripping her seatbelt, her gaze wandering outside the window.

He walked down the stairs, and exited through the side door, heading to the balcony. After taking a seat on the couch, Ethan opened his laptop, and went to his search bar, typing in, "Harrison Rider." A couple of recent articles caught his attention, and he read it carefully. As he read further and further, his eyebrows furrowed together. "I am back. Let's see how much two years have changed things," Ethan said, staring at the exquisite family photo of the entire Rider family. Then he picked up his phone and dialed a number. It took only one ring for him to hear, "Sergeant, good evening."

The house lights spilled down the hill, but he was standing in shadow, his expression unreadable. Ethan parked and Elena reached for the door handle but Ethan was already getting out, already walking around the front of the car toward where Dr. Alex stood. “Dr. Hale?” Ethan extended his hand, his golden boy smile back in place. “I’m Ethan Cross. It’s nice to finally meet you. Elena’s told me so much about…” Dr. Alex’s hand shot out and gripped Ethan’s in a handshake that made Ethan’s smile falter. His fingers went white from the pressure. Dr. Alex held it for three seconds too long, his eyes locked on Ethan’s face, before releasing him.

“Let me see His Highness.” The door opened softly, and Harrison quickly stepped inside, moving to Ethan’s bedside. Ethan lay there, his eyes closed, his face gaunt but still exuding an ethereal beauty, like a celestial being in a deep slumber. Unable to resist, Harrison gently slipped his hand under the blanket, holding Ethan’s icy hand. The soft skin, cold as ice, made Harrison’s heart ache. Sensing the warmth from Harrison’s hand, Ethan slowly opened his eyes. His gaze met Harrison’s, filled with worry and genuine affection. Seeing the concern in Harrison’s eyes, Ethan managed a faint smile.

He had just come out of a meeting with his associates when his phone rang out. “Calhoun Lawson,” he replied with authority. “Sir, Mr. Ethan is in the office building and he is refusing to listen to anybody…” Zion stuttered. Calhoun was about to wave the call off because he hated how Zion acted like a chicken sometimes but the name he had mentioned rang out in his ears. “Did you just say, Ethan?” Calhoun asked in a low dangerous voice. “Yes, he’s here and he’s making a scene.” Zion confirmed.

I sat with a piece of meat suspended on my fork, lost in thought. Ethan noticed my paralysis. “What’s occupying your mind? Has Charlie Whitaker made another move?” I took a bite, trying to sound casual. “Do you know him well?” “We shared a classroom in our youth,” Ethan answered calmly. Then, he dropped a bombshell. “Would you care to see a catalog of his previous lovers?” I choked on my food, a violent coughing fit seizing me. I slammed my fork down and drained my entire glass of water.

He felt like Nash trying to uphold Hestia Continent's honor was a challenge to him, so how could Ethan let him off easily? Ethan snorted lightly as he walked over. All of Hestia Continent's alchemists frowned at the same time as they looked at Ethan in alarm, despite the fact that everyone knew that there was no way Ethan could attack them thanks to the restrictions. However, Ethan obviously looked like he did not harbor any good intentions. Sure enough, after he walked over, he pushed Nash aside and looked right at Fane. He pointed right at Fane's alchemist badge and said, "I told you you were all trash. You really are here to make up the numbers. You refused to admit it but just look at th

I would forcefully shove it to his mouth so he could leave. “Do you know what is wrong with Liam?” Ethan asked with a glint of hope in his eyes. “I might have an idea,” Xavier murmured, his voice dropping into something darker, “but… I’m feeling really hungry right now. I wonder if you’ll be able to satisfy my hunger.” The moment his eyes flickered gold, panic shot through me. Ethan had no idea what Xavier really was—and I knew exactly what that hunger meant. “You want food…. Then come with me,” I forcefully pulled him from the table, leaving Ethan slightly shocked. I pulled him out of the cafeteria which strangely, he didn't resist.

Ethan asked in a low and stern voice, but Hannah just ignored him and walked past him. She stopped in front of his colleagues, smiling warmly, “You must be Ethan’s coworkers, it’s nice to finally meet you all.” She said, As Ethan turned around, his expression softened. “Guys, I’m sure you already know my wife, Hannah.” He said, wrapping his arms around her waist, feigning affection. “Hannah this is everybody. Josh Turner, Samantha Logan, and Alex Tribbley.” “Samantha’s the daughter of one of our executives.” He said, his tone hinting at something.

the man remarked with a smirk. Disgust welled up inside Hailey. She stood up, fixing him with a cold stare. "Who are you, by the way?" "Oh, sorry. I'm Ethan James," he said, extending his hand. Hailey ignored his hand and instead crossed her arms over her chest, recognizing him as a businessman from another city. "Whether they are womanizers or not, Mr. Ethan, the kind of person who would make such a claim is probably a regular visitor of pubs and dance clubs themselves," Hailey replied sharply. She glanced over at Cassian and Caleb, now looking in her direction, before storming out of the hall.