Beautiful Creatures Ethan Wate Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Look at the screen, Ethan." I push the phone forward. My thumb leaves a greasy smudge right over the actor's face. The boy has a jaw like glass and hair that falls perfectly into his eyes. A Beta. A soft, bloodless little creature from the southern cities who spends his days under studio lights while real wolves bleed on the borders. Ethan lowers his eyes. His neck muscles tighten. "I see him, Alpha." "They are calling him her match." I press my palm flat against the desk. The timber groans under the weight. "They are writing paragraphs about the way he held her car door open. They are saying she looks happy."

He glanced at Alexa and she gave Ethan a hesitant glance before walking to her father. She placed her hand on the giant screen with her eyes shut. "Ethaniel Tomlinson, son of Alpha William, a puppet by the way." Drake scoff. "Anyways. Here is your true story. Let's see if you continue defending them after this." Drake grinned as Ethan's gaze shift to the screen with a frown. "The babies are coming!" Brianna exclaimed. She was a beautiful young woman with white hair, her skin was pale in an attractive way. She had light brown eyes, that fit too well with her skin.

“You are beautiful.” “I need her,” Ethan said, his voice strangely deep. I looked up and saw his eyes flashing black. Reese gave one curt nod. “Be gentle, Dex,” he said. My eyes widened and I realized that Ethan was fighting his wolf for control. I looked over at Reese, afraid, and he gave me a smile. “Our wolves want to mate, too,” he explained. “Dex will be careful. He doesn’t want to hurt you.” I nodded, trusting Reese. I could feel the intensity of Dex’s arousal radiating from the mate bond. I turned back to Ethan and gave him a smile. “Do you want me to kiss you?” I asked in a whisper.

"Hmm, I know and I want you to always be happy." "Oh! it's a peacock, wow its so beautiful, look at those wings." Giselle suddenly cried out and moved closer to the bird. Ethan smiled at her childish act and wondered about the difference between her and the children. "Ethan, come quick, let's feed the giraffes together." "Okay babe, On my way." Ethan walked towards her in an instant. The couples fed different omnivorous animal and they enjoyed themselves. "But babe, instead of feeding this animals, why don't you....feed me instead?" Ethan suddenly said while licking his lips.

Soaked in sweat, I finally caught Ethan's scent on the top floor. But before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, the scene before me brought me to a halt. Through the glass wall, I saw Ethan and Mira gathered around a little boy, celebrating his birthday. The boy looked about Theo's age. He was fair-skinned, his eyes glowing with happiness. He smiled brightly with nothing to worry about. Ethan leaned down and ruffled his hair. His gestures were so natural, just like a father. I couldn't stop myself from thinking of Theo.

He was beautiful in the way Asher knew most people would kill to witness—sculpted, golden-skinned, a man who could walk out of a Michelangelo painting. But to Asher, Ethan looked grossed. His scent was too different from the one his body loved... and his skin was a little too darker than the one of the man that fucked him hard and gave him his knot. . This wasn’t Zane. It wasn’t the dark, magnetic scent he craved; Ethan was foreign in all the wrong ways. Still, he forced a grin. “Nice… win.” Ethan smirked back at him, shaking the water out of his hair like a puppy. The sight was cute. “Nice view?”

I ran towards him, my heart beating fast, as I held him in my hands, calling out his name, begging him to stay with me. Alex and Nora walked towards me, trying to pull me away from him, but I refused to step back. Soon, the beast started moving, his eyes opening slowly. I smiled and called his name. "Beast, beast, please stay with me," I cried, tears streaming down my face. I could feel the texture of his fur, soft and warm, under my fingers. As I held onto him, I could feel his weak breaths against my face. "I love you," I heard him say, and before I knew what was happening, his eyes closed.

Two of Ethan's men grabbed him by the head. The blade caught the light for a split second, then Jason's scream tore through the room, sharp and animal. A warm hand suddenly pressed over my eyes. Ethan's voice, tinged with the scent of mint and smoke, murmured near my ear. "Don't look. It's filthy." His chest radiated heat against my back. But I couldn't stop shaking. This was the man I had once loved, the man who could turn the world inside out on a whim, who could erase someone from existence without leaving a trace.

Javier grinned. "I think I found my mate," Ethan muttered. A true beauty with light skin, a perfect oval face framed by long, brown hair and the most perfect set of rosebud lips. Javier's face expressed shock, then glee. "Congrats, dude." Javier slapped him hard on the back, and while the blow might have killed a human or a smaller species, it didn't even budge Ethan. "I know you've been pining to settle down with someone of the fairer sex. You must be ecstatic."

I corrected quietly. That single word changed everything. Ethan went completely still. “What happened?” “I watched her fill a glass with chocolate milk using her finger.” Silence. Then— “Humans can’t do that,” Ethan said carefully. “Nope.” Brutus stirred beneath Ethan’s surface instantly. “Witch?” he muttered. I shook my head slowly. “I don’t think so.” Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Fae.” There it was. The word settled heavily between us. Rare. Dangerous.