Ethan Lu 소설 & 이야기

The crisp sound echoed through the empty garage, carrying the authority of someone no one could question. My name is Ethan Lane. I do not look for trouble. But I have never been afraid of it. Anyone who dares touch my bottom line will pay me back tenfold, a hundredfold.

Luke asked Dangerous-and-Curvy. "I only know that I'm supposed to bring you two to the airport. We're leaving in less than an hour." "What the-" "Zain says technically they can-and the Flannery's paid three weeks in advance so..." Luke didn't like it. "You're Ethan, so you must be-" "That's Idris Elba," Ethan said over her magical voice. "Shut the fuck up," Luke said to Ethan before closing the distance between himself and Gorgeous. "I'm Luke."

What kind of extraordinary son did Ethan produce? ***

Nathan asked, glaring at the Lycan who raised his hands in surrender, keeping his eyes on Nathan who I knew was already raging inside as he thought of the possibilities of his answers “stop with the fucking puzzles, and speak up” “Your beta, Carter…”

Darth certainly didn't look like a respectable politician, he wasn't at all dressed like one. "We don't believe you. Besides, who are you to come here and make a fool of our intelligence like this? Is he your master?" one of the minions sneered and Ethan's gaze darkened. He dipped his hand into his wallet and brought out his ID shoving it in their faces. "I presume you can read," he said, his voice sharp and curt as they stared at it with widened eyes. "President Ethan? The CEO of LIM?" they were at a loss for words, but after a while, they came out of their daze and burst into a loud laughter.

She said and Ethan smiled. "I follow you on I*******m. You can say I'm stalker though." He chuckled. "I told you I'm a huge fan." Oh my goodness! And I never knew? Oh well, I was probably too occupied with thoughts of Alvin's boss to care about another man. "Wow! I'm honestly flattered by your words." She said sincerely and Ethan smiled. "Uhm, you're the CEO of that famous real estate company, is that right?" "Yeah, TK's Global." Ethan nodded.

He leaned back in his chair, his expensive watch catching the light. “Some of us actually have jobs,” Julian retorted, sliding into the empty seat next to Ethan. Ethan, the group's self-proclaimed social butterfly and heir to a luxury hotel chain, chuckled. “Ah, work. That’s the excuse of someone who secretly misses us.” Across the table sat Liam, a tech billionaire whose casual hoodie clashed hilariously with the bar’s upscale vibe. “He probably spent twenty minutes staring in the mirror, perfecting his brooding look before coming here,” Liam teased.

When Lucy opened the door, I saw that Ethan was watching a cartoon and eating chicken nuggets, with his propped against his favorite spiderman pillow. He didn't even seem to notice me as he was deeply engrossed in the animation playing on the television. "Hi, Lulu," I hugged her. "How was today?" "Today went well," She said. "Ethan slept twice, probably due to his medication." "That's great," I nodded, easing myself out of my coat and hanging it on the rack before gingerly behind the couch on which Ethan was seated, to surprise him. "Boo," I squeaked, and Ethan gasped, dropping his bowl of chicken nuggets.

Layla’s living room was dimly lit, laptop screen casting a soft glow on her face as she sat cross-legged on the floor. The air smelled like leftover pad thai and lavender candle smoke. Ethan sat beside her on the couch, flipping through swatches of gray-blue fabrics on his tablet—some project for a boutique hotel renovation. “Okay,” she said, squinting at her screen, “final verdict: you need new LinkedIn headshots. Your current one says, ‘I didn’t sleep before this was taken.’”

Lillian turned to the audience. “Tonight, you’ve heard perspectives. But before we go, Ethan, you have the last word. Anything you want to say?” The studio went still. Ethan looked out through the glass, toward the unseen thousands watching. And he spoke. “I’ve been called a lot of things lately. Immoral. Inappropriate. Dangerous. But I’ve also been called brave. Honest. Free.” “The truth is, I’m not trying to be a symbol. I’m just a man who fell in love with someone the world didn’t approve of. And I fought it. For years. I buried it under duty, silence, shame. But love doesn’t die just because you deny it.”