Novel & Cerita Scream For Me Nora And Ethan

He yelled holding her in his arms, Norah was fighting tooth and nails to leave his embrace. “That bitch is not my sister!” She growled at him. “Let me go, so I can kill that bitch.” “What are you doing?” I heard another voice and my head zapped to see Ethan getting out of his car, the muscles on his face tightened up in anger as he strode towards us. “From your uniform, I can see that you all attend Young Stars Junior High.” Everyone’s eyes rested on Ethan’s stylish form as he stopped just centimeters away from me.

“I felt so empty without you two. You’re not just voices in my head. You're part of me. My sisters. My sanity.” Scarlett was quiet for a beat longer than usual. “…Well,” she muttered, “you’ve got a hell of a way of showing it.” Before Claire could respond, the bedroom door creaked open. She whipped her head toward it and froze. Ethan. He stood in the doorway holding a tray—toast, eggs, and orange juice balanced carefully. His dark hair was tousled, and he wore a soft grey T-shirt. Not the CEO, Ethan, who always looked composed and cold. This Ethan looked... warm. Like... a Human he was supposed to be.

At last, he walked slowly toward the kitten sleeping in the corner. I shouted desperately, "No… Stop! Ethan, that's Bouncer, the stray cat we rescued together! You used to love him the most!" He grabbed Bouncer by the scruff of his neck and typed out a final ultimatum. "If you don't respond within ten seconds, I'll kill him." Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… one. Just then, the door was kicked open with a crash. Ethan's lips curved into a satisfied smirk.

“I-…Y-you are supposed to danc-“ The announcer was cut off by Blair’s fearsome and piercing stare. The flute stopped playing as the screams and cheers went louder when Blair and Finn started to run towards the only chair and pull on it. “This is mine!” Blair screamed towards Finn tugging the end of the chair. “Nuh uh! Not today, sister!” Finn yelled louder as he started pushing her away from it now. In a split moment, Finn was able to yank the chair away from Blair making her lose her balance and fall towards him. “Watch it!” Before Finn could react Blair knocked him out as both of them plummeted to the ground with a thud. “Ooh!” The crowd said seeing what happened.

They were just turning toward the door when the little brass bell above it jingled again and in walked the last person Ruby wanted to see. “Small world,” Ethan said dramatically, voice smooth as butter as he stepped inside, hands in his pockets. His eyes flicked from Ruby to Whitney, then to the small cake box in Ruby’s hand. “And here I thought I was the only one who liked Kate's pastries more than Debbie's cooking.” Whitney nearly choked on air. “You came for cake?” Ethan arched a brow. “I was craving scones. Why? Am I interrupting a secret mission?”

Gifts from a jerk like that should be torched! [Hey, that's all money! Why not send it to me instead?] I kept snipping away and flashed a smile at the camera. "Money? To me, these things might as well be burial wraps." Right when I was really getting into the cutting, the door was kicked open with a bang. Ethan stormed in, emanating a cold aura. He saw the mess everywhere, and his expression turned super dark. "Nina! What are you going crazy over now?" I stopped and looked at him, scissors in hand.

When he reached Nari's hip, his palm moved to the back of her leg, guiding it up exposing her pussy. "Fuck her" Ethan ordered Zayn"Cut her, I want to see the blood on her thighs as you let her come". Zayn moved over taking position behind Nari, he dipped down angling himself, and then thrust up, right into her body. She yelled, the invasion anything but gentle. I tried to angle my body away from the horrific sight but Ethan caught my eye, communicating with his eyes that I dare not move an inch. They wanted me to watch and watch.

There was only us, two people who had found each other when both were ready to build something real. “You make me want more quiet moments like this,” I murmured against his lips. “Then we’ll make them,” he promised. That evening, the three of us—Mia, Ethan, and I—ordered takeout and watched a movie in the penthouse. Mia fell asleep halfway through, curled against my side. Ethan stayed, his arm around my shoulders as the credits rolled. “I’m falling for you, Nora Hamilton,” he said quietly. “All of you. The powerhouse CEO, the protective mother, the woman who dances in the kitchen when she thinks no one’s watching.”

Ethan was breathing hard, his eyes full of scorn. "Nora, you are unbelievable." I pushed past him and walked away, every step heavy. That night, a video showed up on the company's site. Ethan stood on the rooftop, coaxing Mia with painstaking care. "Mia, I know Nora. She just got carried away. She wasn't trying to corner you." "I'll apologize for her. Just come down, don't do anything stupid." Mia's mouth crumpled, and the tears came spilling down. "Ethan..."

“If the movie’s terrible, we make fun of it. If it’s decent, we enjoy it. Either way, you get a couple hours off.” The lights dimmed fully a moment later. Ethan turned his eyes to the screen, the simple distraction already pulling him in further than he expected. For a stretch the day at the rink faded, replaced by the easy dark of the theater and the sound of the film beginning. Midway through the second act Ethan’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He shifted, pulled it out just enough to see the screen, and angled it away from the light of the film. An unknown number. ‘You don’t know what really happened between Jax and Marcus.’