Never Have I Ever Ethan Novels & Stories

“Ethan.” Damien grabbed my hand and pulled me behind a fallen section of wall. “Stay quiet.” Through the thin gap, I saw him. Ethan moved with eerie calm, his white coat untouched by dust or blood. His expression wasn’t anger or triumph—it was satisfaction. The satisfaction of someone who had just gotten exactly what he wanted. He stopped near the center of the hall, his gaze scanning the wreckage. “You can’t hide forever, Kayla. You’ve seen what you are. You’ve felt it. You can’t deny it anymore.”

We heard footsteps from down below and it turned out to be Ethan who was actually coming out of his apartment and as he got to where he was standing, he just shrugged and sighed. "Now that is cold." He simply said and walked off and I wondered when the man I knew became like that. The least unbothered by a situation that is supposed to originally smoke him freak out. "I want to know something...was she another of your dirty and manipulative little tricks?" I questioned while Ravenna was still bleeding out of the head. He stopped to look t her for a while before shrugging again.

Ethan said gruffly. He moved from the corner, approaching the monitor. He stared at the grainy image for a long time. Emily watched him, expecting disgust. This was the "abomination" Ryan had rejected. But Ethan didn't look disgusted. He looked... transfixed. He reached out a hand, hovering it near the screen without touching it. "It has a strong heartbeat," he murmured. "Yes," Emily said softly. Ethan looked at her then. The violet fire in his eyes had dimmed to a simmering coal. "Ryan Evans is a fool," he repeated, with more venom than before. "To throw this away."

“Yes, Ethan! You were definitely sweating, but Jesus Christ, that manly scent all over you is turning me on. And you should take a shower if you want to play with Evey. Or me.” He rolled his eyes and grinned, pecking me on the lips. “All right, drama queen. I will go take a shower. Don’t you disappear on me.” “I won’t.” After Ethan took a shower and changed into his sweatpants, he played with Evey. I shamelessly stared at him when he slowly explained to her how a mechanical clock worked.

Everything I lost, I rebuilt. Everything I never had, I found. Something hit me from behind. Arms around my waist. Small, determined arms locking around me with the specific grip of someone who had decided this was where they were going to be. "Mum," said Ethan. I looked down. He was already looking past me at something more interesting, whatever had caught his attention across the room, the perpetual forward orientation of a boy with things to do and places to be. "What?" I said. A pause. "Nothing," he said. "Just wanted to say."

Ethan ordered dessert and ate it while telling us about a colleague who had committed an act of professional stupidity so specific and so spectacular that even Adrian, who had worked in corporate environments for fifteen years, looked genuinely impressed by the scale of it. At nine-fifteen Ethan's phone went off. He glanced at it and stood. "Earlier than expected." He looked at both of us. "This was good." "It was," Adrian said. Ethan pulled on his coat and stopped. He looked at me with the expression he'd had since childhood when he'd already decided what he was going to say. "You look like yourself," he said. "The version from before. Except better." I didn't say anything. He kissed me on

The radio was a low hum of static and a country song about a man losing everything, which felt a little too on the nose for our lives. "You’re thinking too loud again," Ethan said. He was leaning against the driver’s side door, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his knuckles stained with grease from the shift he’d just finished at the marina. At nineteen, Ethan Cole didn't have a billion-dollar empire or a suit tailored in London. He had a jawline that could cut glass, a pair of boots with holes in the soles, and a way of looking at me that made me feel like I was the only thing on earth that wasn't broken.

she asks. He shrugs, “Minor detail.” And he’d be believable if he weren’t still smiling. “But since you’re here, maybe you want to weigh in. We’re playing never have I ever.” “We’re good,” I say, speaking for the both of us, as a girl with a short cut stands with her cup raised. She smiles. “Never have I ever had sex with Ethan.” She drinks and so does half the girls in the room, giggling once they’ve swallowed the liquor down. My hold on Piper tightens.

the club. "Who was his mother, Adrian?" I asked, not looking up from the boy. Adrian’s silence was the loudest answer he had ever given. He just stared at us, his eyes haunted. Before the silence could swallow us, a whirlwind burst into the room. "ETHY! I SAID I WANT ICED COFFEE, NOT THIS SWILL!" Ethan walked in, looking like a man who was reconsidering every life choice he’d ever made. Behind him was a girl who looked like a neon spark in a dark room. She was young, maybe nineteen, with Adrian’s jawline and eyes that were dancing with mischief.

she faked smiled, hoping that didn't sound as much of a lie out loud as it did in her head. "Yup that's me and you must be..." Jaxon trailed off trying to act like he didn't know her. "Eve man." Ethan said in a duh tone, "Are you so caught up in hot girls with nice bodies to forget that I told you her name about a million times?" he said with a small laugh completely missing the big smile on his little sister's face.