Never Have I Ever Ethan Novels & Stories

“Welcome, world. Today you see the real story behind the Lake House Scandal.” Ethan stepped in front of the camera before I could react. His voice rang out strong and clear. “My name is Ethan Hale. I fell in love with Ava during a blizzard that trapped us together. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t easy. But it’s real. And I will not apologize for loving her.” Ryan moved beside him. “She’s my sister. He’s my best friend. This family has been torn apart by greed and betrayal. But we’re standing united now.”

He doesn’t know how to keep off his hand on me. As we entered the room, I did not remove his hand that’s sitting perfectly on my side. Even though there is a fabric between my skin and his hand, I still could feel the roughness of his palm. “Emil—who is he?” Mr. Zevallos pointed at the Nicholas. His smile faded. He was staring at the man beside me with contempt. I raised my wrist and glance at my watch. “Good Morning, Mr. Zevallos. This is Nicholas, our new intern. You wouldn’t mind if he sits with us, right?” I introduce Nicholas to Mr. Zevallos, but the man’s eyes were staring at something.

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.

The other sucks hungrily from the other corner and minutes later, the pimp isn't halfway through to a climax. “ Ahhh…please…ohh…make them stop!” “ But you want it, don't you? You have always wanted them. There's hardly one of them who hasn't come close to having a taste of you," Ethan said, citing the occasions of my meeting with each of the men like he has it documented into a folder in his mind. Details I thought stayed between me and these men. Acts I thought were just fun and a one off thing echoed in my ears as he recited them.

​Because I wasn't alone. ​"I’m telling you, he once spent three hours trying to track down a rogue squirrel because he thought it was a spy from the neighboring pack," Ethan laughed, his shoulders bouncing under his leather jacket. "The guy has zero chill. He’s had a stick up his ass since he was twelve." ​A genuine, breathless laugh escaped my lips. "Please tell me you have pictures of that." ​"Somewhere in the old archive room, absolutely. I’ll dig them out for you," Ethan said, giving me a warm, easy smile. He walked with a lazy grace, hands shoved into his pockets, totally the opposite of Jaxson.

Ethan He never did apologize the traditional way. There was no long speech, no tearful confession. Instead, he bought Ava snacks, teased Lila endlessly, and smirked his way through every tense moment like nothing could touch him. But the truth had slipped through often enough now for everyone to see: he wasn’t hiding anymore. Not from his sister. Not from his past. Not from himself. Beneath the jokes, beneath the bravado, he was just Ethan—a brother who’d made mistakes, but who had come back determined to love harder, protect stronger, and never walk away again. And finally, he was at peace with that.

He muttered. “Your dick,” Ethan snapped before he smirk when Levi clenched his jaws together in annoyance. That’s what Ethan wants. He wants Levi to lose his cool with him and use violence against him. Ethan doesn’t mind if Levi breaks his bones and split his skin – he just wants to stop thinking, and here only Levi can help him stop. Ethan grinned as he tilted his head, “You know I don’t mind it, right?” He winked at the big guy. “I mean, you already know I am gay.” He shrugged.

“I wanted to ask you about the clients you saw yesterday. Was there anyone who reminded you of Jane?” Ice freezes in my veins, how does he know? “I’m sure I would know,” I lie, “I’ve been so busy trying to launch the campaign that I’ve scarcely been in the shop.” Stroking my hand down his chest, I try again. “I could really use your opinion today, Ethan.” “I can’t, Eve.” Ethan says again. “I have more important things on my mind.” “We’re looking for my Mommy.” Paisley pipes up. I swear the pup is the bane of my existence. If Jane was going to die she could at least have had the decency to take the brat with her.

It was haunting, unfinished, a ghost of a song that echoed through the rafters. "Beautiful, isn't it?" I spun around. Ethan was standing behind me, his hands in his pockets. He was watching Kai with an expression that looked almost like pity. "He could have been the greatest of all time," Ethan whispered. "If he hadn't been so reckless. If he hadn't been so... human." "He is the greatest," I said, my voice trembling. "He’s a tragedy waiting for a final act, Anya. And you’re the one holding the curtain." Ethan stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate hiss. "I know you found the folder. I know you think you have a secret.

All he knew was that the smell seemed to soothe his wolf a little. As everyone began the celebrations for the full moon banquet, Ethan took out a cigarette and went to the terrace. His phone remained silent, without receiving a single reply. Ethan recalled when I said I would never miss another one of his shiftings and would be there as his anchor through every painful shift. And yet, I had broken my promise so quickly. Ethan's gaze darkened, and a faint, cold smile appeared on his lips. "Ivy, are you dead? Don't you know how to reply to a message?"