Never Have I Ever Ethan Novels & Stories

That was when Tyler understood why Ethan was so bold to come in alone. "L-Let's stay civilized," Tyler quickly stuttered. Just then, Edward's stern voice came from nearby. "Apologize to the official immediately!" Ethan glanced sideways to see Edward walking out with his cane. Edward took the main seat and scrutinized Ethan closely. "You look unfamiliar. You're not from Breeze City, are you? May I know your name?" "Ethan Rivers." Edward smiled. "That’s a good name, and you've accomplished so much at such a young age—far more than my three sons, at least."

The king of the Cocolink syndicate. "So," Ethan’s voice was a low, melodic purr that vibrated in Zack’s bones. "This is the ghost of Havenfall." Ethan leaned forward, the light catching his sharp jawline and the predatory glint in his eyes. He reached out, his gloved fingers catching Zack’s chin, forcing him to look up. "You're a mess," Ethan remarked. "But those eyes... they're exactly what I was promised." "Kill me," Zack spat, blood spray hitting Ethan’s pristine white shirt.

Then a woman says: “So it was passionate.” I die. I am legally dead. Just when the chaos hits maximum stupidity— A familiar chill runs through the air. The crowd parts. Like he’s Moses again. Or Voldemort. Or both. He walks straight toward me. A slow, swaggering, emotionally dangerous walk. People gasp. Someone actually drops a stapler. Ethan stops beside me, looks down, and says in a low voice: “Are you done causing a scene?” I clutch my chest. “ME? YOU CAUSED—”

All of it — the shell company, my mother’s late-night discovery, the argument in the garden three days before she died, the posture Frank had described, the name he’d finally given up. Ethan went very still. I watched something close behind his eyes, a door sliding shut the way it always did when the pain became too large to leave visible. “He’s certain,” Ethan said finally. It wasn’t a question. “He said he only saw the man once, from a distance. He wasn’t certain of a face. Only the posture.” “That’s not nothing.” “It’s not everything, either.” I reached for his hand, and he let me take it, though his fingers stayed tense in mine. “Ethan. I need to ask you something, and I need you to actu

Ethan slowly walked over, looking down at me from his towering height. “Do you know what you did wrong now?” he asked. “Why can’t you ever learn to be obedient?” I coughed twice, choking on the metallic taste of blood pooling in my throat. Instead of answering his question, I reached out and tugged at the hem of Ethan’s pants, asking him one last thing. “Didn’t you say… nobody would ever hurt me again here?” Ethan went dead silent. He pulled his leg away coldly, wrenching his trousers out of my weak grasp.

Ariana pov Ethan’s presence filled the doorway like he owned the entire world, which, considering his wealth, he probably did. He looked impossibly composed in his black tuxedo, every line was perfectly tailored to his frame. “Everyone out,” he said quietly, but the way he said it left absolutely no room for argument. “But Ethan…” Mom started. “ Now.” The photographer packed his equipment with record speed. The makeup artist grabbed her brushes. Even Mom seemed to understand this wasn’t a request.

"You have no idea." ​"Well, lucky for you, Uncle Max is out for the evening, and the shop is completely dead," Ethan murmured smoothly, leaning his elbows on the counter right next to me, his warm scent of cedarwood and clean laundry enveloping me. "Which means you have zero excuses. Let’s work on that Vanderbilt essay track."

And, another thing I should get to is. TO FIND ETHAN'S MOTHER

Food felt obscene. Irene stirred again, his voice barely air. “…Dad.” Ethan bolted upright. His hand cupped our son’s cheek, trembling. “I’m here, champ. Always here.” “…don’t… leave.” Ethan broke right there. He dropped his head against Irene’s arm, his shoulders shaking so violently I thought he’d come apart. His voice was torn, shredded. “Never. Never leaving. Not for a second.” I pressed kisses into Irene’s hair, my tears soaking him. “We’re right here. Both of us. Always.”

Upon receiving the glass of whiskey, Ethan offered an insincere thanks and sat at Maddy's feet, placing one knee on the floor in front of her. He eagerly spoke, "Dear, I have to tell you something. Just now, I had a confrontation with my mother – more accurately, I revolted! I even broke my credit cards!" Maddy was taken aback. Although Ethan seemed relieved at this moment, she knew him well enough to understand that his impulsive actions often led to dire consequences, leaving him in a corner.