Never Have I Ever Ethan Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dad h​eld cour​t with fis‍hi⁠ng stories, ex‍aggerating e‍very detail un‍til Etha⁠n and‌ Mom were wiping t​ears of laught‍er. E‌than jumped in with tales of his own, about the loc⁠als who’d fed him chili that nea​rly destroyed his digestiv⁠e syste‍m. His v‌oice had grow‌n deeper,​ his gestures more measured‍. He was nolonger the boy I’d kissed under library fluorescents. He⁠ w‍as now a man who’​d bee‍n places I’d o​nly seen⁠ on scr‍eens. Betw​een bite⁠s of‌ roa‌s‍ted chicken, Mom slipped in a qu⁠estion so casual it deserved a‌n Oscar: “So, Ethan,​ ar‌e y⁠ou seeing any⁠one th​ese days?”

I am Samantha Perez. I have big dreams for my parents. I want to be rich, so I applied and started working at a casino in Makati. That’s where I met the man who would steal my heart—and eventually break it. His name is Gabriel Bustamante, son of a wealthy billionaire. Handsome, strong, and a bit of a bad boy—he loved casinos. I’ve always been picky with men and never allowed myself to be fooled… but somehow, he was the only one I ever fell for.

“What happened to you? And who was that man back there?" Ethan’s voice was low, almost a growl. “That, Colton, is what happens when you ignore me and do whatever the hell you want.” Colton almost scoffed, remembering how Ethan had burst through the building and killed about seven men—at once. That was…cool. “Where did you learn to do stuff like that?" He asked, trying to keep his eyes away from the injury, and look at the other parts of his face. “When you live my kind of life, you learn everything,” Ethan replied, turning away from the mirror. He pushed the button and started the car.

I didn’t know where I was going yet, only that staying felt like suffocating. By noon, my phone buzzed again. ETHAN: I’m leaving tonight. I wanted you to hear it from me. I stared at the message for a long time before replying. ME: Where are you going? A few seconds passed. ETHAN: I don’t know. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere that doesn’t smell like courtrooms and regret. I smiled sadly. ME: That sounds… right. Another pause. ETHAN: I meant what I said. I don’t regret knowing you. I don’t regret standing up for you.

The last thread of Ethan’s self‑control snapped. He lifted his leg and kicked Olivia hard across the legs. A horrifying scream tore from her throat. Her legs collapsed beneath her, limp and twisted in a way that made it clear they were broken. Her whole body trembled from the pain, yet she still glared at Ethan with venom in her eyes. “Ethan… you are going to pay for this. “You will lose Vivian, your company will collapse, and in the end you will have nothing left.” Ethan stared at her suffering without a trace of pity.

Ethan's POV Ethan sat alone in his dimly lit living room, the glow from the television casting flickering shadows across his face. He wasn't paying close attention to the news anchor's voice, which droned on about the incident at the Montgomery launch. His thoughts were elsewhere, on Avery. The footage of flashing lights, police cars, and concerned partygoers replayed on the screen, and each time he saw Avery's name mentioned, his stomach tightened. He knew something had gone wrong that night, something that threatened his carefully laid plans.

Ethan's deep voice cut through the tension, his words laced with sarcasm. I jerked my hand back, my face burning with embarrassment. "Oh, no, I... I was just..." I stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence. Ethan's expression remained unyielding, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Save it, Miss Thompson. You're clearly exploring more than just the house." Then he simply raised his hand and felt the wall, switching on the lights. He was still dressed the same way he left the room but he was now holding a book in his hand.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” Ethan’s arms tightened around her, his jealousy ebbing but not gone. “I got into Evergreen,” he said softly, his lips brushing her hair. “I wanted to surprise you. But seeing him... God, Mira, it ripped me apart.” His voice was raw, vulnerability seeping through the cracks of his anger.

Ethan says as he takes his seat. "I'll have what my man has," he says to the bartender. "So, tell me what's wrong. I'm all yours for tonight, and if you want some sort of blow job, I'm also available for that," he says, making me smile. Ethan is only interested in guys but doesn't have a stable relationship because he doesn't believe in love anymore since his partner died. We have been friends since we were kids, and we both grew up in the orphanage. We are just like those bunches of kids without roots that are striving out there to survive and make a name for ourselves.

my mother asked. “She is my maid. Ethan took me to his villa once, and Ernie told me she was my maid.” I shrugged. “Well, for sure, Ethan is a rich guy. Also, he is a leader in his community. I met someone, Red Sutton. Ethan introduced him as his man and his best friend. Red called Ethan ‘Alpha’.” My mother nodded. “But, has Ethan asked you to do unusual things?” “Like what?” “Like drinking blood, stabbing someone with a knife, or anything else?”