Strange World Ethan And Diazo Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ethan suggested excitedly. Hayden’s eyes widened in surprise at his strange friend while Ethan smiled mischievously. … Suddenly, the ground underneath me shook and loud sounds went off just like explosions. The tall man froze from shocked as he looked around. I did the same before I felt my body being roughly pulled away. The sound of explosion was deafening, and it didn’t cease. All lights went off and it was suddenly quite dark. I couldn’t see anything for a while until my eyes started adjusting to the darkness.

"The auctioneer's asking you. Care to raise?" The crowd was bracing for a good show when they caught the plain tremor in Karina's voice. "N-no more..." The hammer came down, and the hall went utterly still. I bent down, patted Karina's bloodless face, and murmured a single line into her ear. "You're lower than a dog!" "Layla, you rabid dog, you're dead!" Karina shrieked, "She's got a gun! Layla actually broke the Thorne family's own rule and brought a gun into the auction!"

He looked at the screen. He closed his eyes. He reached for the bond. I love you, he sent to her. Forgive me. "Ethan, what are you doing?" Emily screamed in his ear. Ethan opened his eyes. They were violet fire. "Malachi," Ethan said calmly. "You forgot one thing." "And what is that?" "I don't make deals with terrorists." Ethan didn't walk to the door. He turned to the wall of the vault—the wall that Kael had said was shared with the main sewage line of the city.

The car went through the immense land for twenty five minutes. "W-where are we?" Ethan asked Dian reluctantly as he could see a bush far away. "In the werewolf world." She answered. "What you saw was the portal, we just crossed over." She said gently with a smile. Ethan rolled the car window down and carefully pop his head out flinching as the cool breeze hit his face and ran through his hair. He stared at the dark blue sky with a huge half moon and a crimson smoke spread across the sky. He closed his eyes and inhale deeply, a fresh and pure air ran through his lungs and he sigh with relief. Unlike the human world, the air was not polluted but how?

I just stare at him until the smirk on his face falters, just slightly. Luckily, George comes back. “Ethan!” he calls out, trying to get him to back off. Ethan is practically so close I can see his pores. He finally steps back when George puts a hand on his shoulder. “We’re leaving.” Ethan lets himself be steered away while George offers us an apologetic smile. Over his shoulder, Ethan mouths one last word. “Dead.” The second they’re gone, Elena turns to me. “What the hell was that?”

Sitting at the table, glass in hand. He looked up, made direct eye contact with me—then choked, spitting water everywhere. Jared coughed, wiping his mouth, eyes wide. “What are you doing here?” Ethan’s smirk widened. “This is turning out to be a very pleasant evening.” Jared’s head snapped between us, eyes narrowed in confusion. “I don’t understand.” His voice was sharp, demanding. “What the hell is going on here?” He looked at me, then back at Ethan. “How do you even know her?”

The temperature was dropping down and I was starting to feel cold. "Feeling cold ?" The voice made me look to my side and I saw Ethan sitting beside me on the bench. "Do you always pop out from nowhere ?" I asked. He smiled at my response. "Yes, I pop out when someone needs me to. Here, take it." Need you? Ethan, you are the last person in the world at this moment with whom I wanted to be with you right now. I did not speak anything in response to his previous comment. Ethan slipped in his coat through my arms and then adjusted it. His coat smelled like him, expensive soap, fresh, clean and exotic.

Allen stepped inside, his eyes scanning every corner of the room. When his gaze landed on Ethan, the air turned brittle. Ethan stood abruptly, eyes sharp as blades and a low growl vibrating in his chest. I pleaded with him silently, desperate for him to sit. Ethan hated strangers—especially those in uniform—but if he exposed himself now, we were dead. “Please,” I mouthed. Our eyes locked in a silent power struggle until, with a harsh exhale, Ethan slumped back onto the couch and looked away.

Thou shall kneel and kiss my feet! “Haera, mukhang obsessed ka na sa kabayong iyan,” Rio noticed, slightly scratching his head. In return, she giggled as her palm covered her lips that looks naturally wet, with moist similar to a morning dew. “The fur that as white as a snow, and eyes that looks like a deep blue ocean . . . ” I smelled menace in the awe drawn on her face. “So strange. Really strange.” The way she speaks, it sounds like a mad scientist who just got her favorite subject of experiment. “And every strange thing belongs to a strange person, Devon Hamian.”

A kaleidoscope of colours shimmered from every direction—sequins, silk, jewels, each person dressed like they were a piece of art come alive. Ethan straightened instinctively, his reserved nature prickling. He was a man of discipline, a head-straight, eyes-forward kind of life. Nights like this—crowded, loud, indulgent were foreign to him. He had only agreed to come because Chloe’s +1 had cancelled last minute, and he had never been able to tell his sister no. And yet… strangely, now that he was here, he found himself curious. This is Tim Dorian. His sister’s obsession had seeped into him in a way he didn’t expect. What was it about this man that had the world and Chloe so enraptured?