Scream For Me Nora And Ethan Novels & Stories

"Hi, I'm Sarah." Nora's expression turned icy as she forced a smile onto her face. "Please, have a seat. Can I get you coffee or water?" I opted for water, while Ethan asked for coffee. But I couldn't resist adding a subtle jab, rubbing my hand against Ethan's chest. "Babe, you've already had coffee this morning. Why don't you have water instead?" Ethan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. Nora, on the other hand, looked like she had just sucked on a lemon.

Nora said, hee eyes widening with tears in them and sadness. “I’m sorry, he had to know, he loves you.” “No, he doesn’t. I’ll know if he loves me. But he doesn’t.” "Please, don't say anything," Ethan begged Nathan. "Please, you know how it is. You know the oath you made." "So everyone knows except me?" Nora laughed. "And since when did you become interested in my case?" She turned to Ethan. "Since when?" Ethan turned to her, his eyes narrowed.

"Why are you screaming?! Did I forget something?" "No, no! It's not like that! Please wait here! I almost forgot my reason to take this opportunity!" Ethan looked panicked. "I want to take your novel collection that I have--all nine series--and ask you to sign them all!" "Huh? I ..." Before Sandra could finish her sentence, Ethan had disappeared from her sight. ***

I managed to say, backing up slightly as he stalked toward me. “Answer me, Nora. Are you the one who asked them to write her name into the competition? Don't you dare lie to me, Nora. You know how much I abhor lies.” Ethan's voice was colder, his eyes were wide and there was some sort of darkness that I had never seen before swirling inside his pupils. I was scared. My entire body was trembling from fear. I had never seen Ethan like this, never. This wasn't the handsome Ethan whom I always tried to get to get engaged with me. This wasn't the Ethan that I knew. This was something else!

Like Ethan was planning something worse than death. He shifted closer to the table. “How did Ethan find you? Who are you?” Nora raised a brow “You haven't figured it out yet?” “No, Nora. Help me." He replied dryly. She pushed her seat back and rose to her feet, her face bearing no emotion. She went over to the kitchen and took out another tea bag. Nolan just watched her. “I'm not exactly important." She said, “At least that's what Ethan thinks since he caged me in this city and hasn't let me cross a border for five years."

Olivia looks at Mia and Ethan, then winks at them with a mischievous smirk still playing on her lips and asked Ethan, "Why are you sweating? It's snowing outside. Are you okay?" Mia's mom looked at him with concern. "Are you alright, dear?" "Yes, mom. I'm fine, I think the heater is on high, that's why," Ethan said quickly, he waves his hand over at the waiter and ask for the bill, eager to escape from these two "devilish" women - Mia and Olivia - who were making his life hotter than hell. The waiter arrived with the bill and hands it to Ethan. Olivia also tried to take the bill, but her hand accidentally grabbed onto Ethan's. As their hands touched, Olivia felt a spark of electricity.

she replied, a hint of excitement tinging her words. Ethan ventured further, and a ripple of awareness swept through the crowd of girls. Whispers and hushed conversations broke out, spreading like wildfire. Heads turned in his direction, gazes fixated on his charismatic presence. The whispers grew louder, carrying the tantalizing words, "Wow, it's really Ethan Whitlock, the Sexy Chef."

She used her elbows to get through the crowd. “You are a bunch of creeps. You don’t deserve one damned thing! Go away and leave me alone!” **** “Well done, piccola! Show them what you’re made of!” he said smiling sadly. Norah was so damn beautiful even when she was lashing out at the paparazzi!

"Isn't the color beautiful? This is your latest donation to me." Then, grinning, she dumped it straight into the trash. "Oh, and I don't have hemophilia. I never needed your blood. I've trashed every bag you've given. You're such a fool." Fury exploded through me. I lunged at her, hands around her throat. "Bella Reid, you're gonna burn in hell for this!" "What the hell are you doing?" Ethan's voice sliced through the room as he stormed in, yanking me off her.

, I nearly fell out of bed. A message. From Nora. NORA: People are already posting pictures from the gala. Call me when you wake up. My chest tightened. I could imagine the comments already. Ethan’s name popping up in every caption. My face next to Adrian’s. The whispers. The pity. The judgment. I turned my phone off. I didn’t want to see any of it. By morning, I had convinced myself to breathe again. To move. To go to work. I wasn’t going to hide in my apartment like a scared child.