Run Sweetheart Run Ethan True Form Novels & Stories

The men fan out, closing exits like hands. Dante stops three steps from me. He looks like he’s been waiting for this, like the world is a room arranged only for his pleasure. “Running is childish, Ethan. Deadly childish.” Ethan’s face crumples. He goes pale, the color draining as if the air left him. “Please,” he breathes. “Please.....” My palms go numb. I look at Dante and then at Ethan. I had opened that wound and thought it might heal. Instead, Dante makes a salt cut and stares at it like art.

Umm.. Forget it. I'm sorry. Its just you are so innocent and kind, and he on the other hand is opposite of you. How can you be with him." I asked with disbelief.Ethan spoke. "Just Like you are with Andrew. How can you be with him?""I don't want to be with him." I murmured so slowly but he heard it. I lowered my gaze because of his statement. (Doesn't he know that we don't have a love relationship instead I'm here for his revenge.)A tear slipped my eye which I quickly wiped away.I didn't say anything. (If she's happy with him then I'll just pray for them to be happy forever.) I was about to leave when I heard a deep sorry."Sorry." Ethan muttered.I looked at him and nodded in acceptance, he ga

"And then there will be a room full of dudes with hard-ons for you." "No thanks." I rolled my eyes and pulled out my keys. "I love acting, and pray like hell that it's going to be part of my future, but having adoring fans is a-whole-nother conversation. "True." Charlotte released me and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. "Why do you think Ethan is different in real life than what we see on the big screen? I mean, I get that he's not an international spy and shit, but he's still got the same warm brown eyes, those defined abs and that huge bulge in the front of his pants."

Suddenly, her gaze fixed upon a particular picture, accompanied by a captivating caption: "The heir and soon-to-be president of the Biggest Food Industry, Ethan Whitlock." Excitement bubbled up within Camila as she turned to Ethan, holding up her phone to display the image. "Ethan, is this really you?" she questioned, her voice filled with a blend of surprise and awe. Ethan's face lit up with a nostalgic smile as he glanced at the picture, memories flooding back. "Yep, that's me," he confirmed, his voice tinged with a hint of pride. Camila's astonishment lingered as she gazed at Ethan, her eyes wide with curiosity. "So, you went from being this nerdy guy to who you are now?" she inquired, he

“Want to go for a run with me?” His question catches me off guard, and still, I nod. Running doesn’t sound fun, but if it gets me more alone time with Ethan, I will go with him. Besides, he’ll probably run while I walk around, and the fresh air will be good for me. I feel like I’ve been cooped up the past few days, and it would be nice to go out. Ethan sets me down on the floor before taking my hand and leading me outside. I follow him out the door, down the steps, and to the grass. Once we reach the grass, Ethan jogs several feet ahead and shifts, stretching out his wolf form.

was he expecting something different from this ungrateful woman who had not stopped talking about his brother ever since they left together? When Ethan watched the woman run towards him, he was surprised. His heart bloomed in joy as he spread his arms, enveloping her in a tight hug. He thought that she had run away with Nathan willingly and it might take him a while to convince her to go back with him, he never expected that she will run towards him the moment she saw him.

A slow smile spread across Ethan’s face. I couldn’t believe I ever found Ethan remotely handsome. He was nothing more than a snake who shed his skin. Compared to Daxton he couldn’t even be in the category of being considered handsome. “You knew I planned to work with Alpha Daxton Cruz, so you escaped to use your beauty to entice him to bed.” Ethan chuckled and stepped back as Natalie moved down the stairs and latched onto his arm like the parasite she was. “I should have known you were nothing more than a slut.”

A silhouette stepped into the light. Ethan. Alive. Bruised, bloodied, but standing. His eyes glowed with something cold and unrecognizable. “She’s right,” he murmured. “This was never about love. It was about loyalty.” My knees gave way, but Liam caught me before I hit the ground. My tears fell freely now, hot against my cheeks. “You’re all insane,” I whispered. “You’ve all lost your minds.” Ethan’s smile was hollow. “Maybe. But we’re finally telling the truth.”

Bonnie smoothed out my diary calmly and continued reading. [After Ethan got out of the car, he walked up to me with a smug look on his face.] [He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Do you think going back to our hometown means you can compete with me for their love? Dream on."] ["This trip is supposed to be a surprise for Grandpa. Tell me, wouldn't it be perfect if he saw your videos and got so angry he died on the spot?"]

Initially hesitant, I soon find myself relishing the challenge, the physical exertion a welcome reprieve from the mental strains of work. Amid the ropes and gear, I encounter Ethan. Tall and athletic, his smile disarmingly genuine, his skin kissed by the sun. He introduces himself simply as an adventurer. Instinctively, my guard rises—a residue of skepticism left by Tony’s betrayal. Yet Ethan is different. There’s a warmth about him, a sincerity that softens my apprehensions. Stella, ever discerning, shares my initial skepticism. To us, Ethan initially appears as just another weekend enthusiast, enjoying the thrill of outdoor pursuits.