Novel & Cerita Ethan X Lyra

Petal is a bastard," Liam says, sitting alongside me and shaking his head. He appears to be watching the same scenery as I am. So let's get this straightened out. Petal is a skirt chaser, and Ryder is a playboy. According to speculations, only Ethan is manageable. I heard he doesn't currently have a girlfriend, but he is stubborn and picky. I'm just wondering what Ethan is doing with Ryder and Petal. They're like day and night. I look at Liam again, "I will be back in a jiffy," I say as I move through the chair into the restroom.

"Even if he wasn't yours, he was an innocent pup!" "I know! I know I was wrong!" he shook his head desperately. "But we're fated mates! The Moon Goddess chose us! We can start over!" "Start over?" I scoffed. "Start over with the murderer of my pup?" Just then, his eyes fell on Lydia, who was hiding behind me. "Lydia?" His eyes went wide. "She's... she's alive?" My daughter shrank back, clutching my dress in fear. "My daughter!" Ethan was ecstatic, delirious. "She's not dead! Sera, she's alive!"

"Hold on, you mean she went on a pack trip without me?" "Yes. Without you." Elyan replied rubbing salt to my wounds. "It really isn't fair." I tightened my fists into balls as Elyan left. "Looks like we have both been betrayed by the ones we love most." Tank said in a daze. "And they are both called Lyra." He added. "Look, don't compare them both. They are entirely different people." I warned him. "Are you going to fight me on that?" "No, but I would if you provoke me." I yelled.

Men and their egos. “What are you doing? That is most definitely not chemistry homework,” Ethan sat up on the bed so he could have a better look at my laptop. “Ah! Need any lessons, Ms. OG?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Shut up!” I glared. “Eva’s probably got bugs on every corner of this room, so watch what you’re saying.” “Akira! Ethan! Did I just hear the L-word?” And to prove my point, Eva yelled from downstairs at that exact moment.

I could feel myself comfortable enough to share my sadness with him. "Are you feeling better?" Ethan asked a little cautiously. "Yes, Thank you." I put the cap on the bottle and then banded it to him. He placed the bottle on the table and then dragged the chair near to my bed so that he would sit in front of me. "You are a brave girl, Skylar. I know how much it hurts to lose our loved ones. You are a fighter and survivor. Your parents must be so proud watching you bloom into a marvellous young woman." Ethan's words strung into my heart. He said those words like he really meant them, and I honestly felt grateful thanks to his kind words.

Lydia’s legs felt heavy as she approached the agreed-upon meeting spot, the street quiet except for the distant hum of traffic. Her mind churned with questions, worry, and the guilt that wouldn’t leave her alone. She knew Elena would be furious if she discovered that Lydia had withheld information about Aria. But she reminded herself again: this wasn’t about trust. This was about keeping Aria safe. She would bring her home…today. From the shadows, Ethan stepped forward. Tall, calm, his expression unreadable. “Lydia,” he said quietly. “Come with me. Quickly.”

“Am I interrupting something?” I turned to see Roman, his icy gaze locked on Ethan. Ethan’s face went pale. Roman’s expression was calm, but there was a sharpness to his tone as he glanced at the table. “You’re standing in front of my seat.” Ethan stammered, stepping back. Roman turned to me, his voice softening. “Miss Winters, why are you crying?” I couldn’t answer. My throat felt like it was closing up. Ethan recovered quickly, his bravado returning. “I was just surprised to see Lyra here. We’re old friends, you see—”