Beautiful Creatures Ethan Wate Novels & Stories

I wondered what caused such a huge scar. “Jems, are you listening to me?” Ethan called out, pulling me out of my thoughts. He came closer. Closer. In fact, too close. The water from his hair dripped onto my face. “Ethan,” I whispered. I felt like my words were stuck in my throat. I squeezed the bedsheet tightly with both hands. I could feel my face burning up. I never knew blue eyes were this beautiful. Very beautiful. Looking at his wet face, he looked like a Greek god. No, better.

It isn't a manly fashion statement, but it suits him. "Fucking mosquitos!" Ethan slaps his arm, smiling like a dork once he hits the tiny bastard. "Got him!" My eyes are glued to Ethan, still absorbing him. He is wearing baggy clothes, and it should be impossible, but with his thick, dark eyelashes and hypnotic eyes, I almost mistake him for a woman, which, to my morbid horror, sets my heart into motion. Not again. I'm swimming in deep water. Fuck this.

"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.

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.

“I can’t even take care of my body or my . . . our children, Ethan. I can’t even look at myself as a woman—” “Stop,” he hissed. He turned me around and grabbed my face. “Stop saying that. You are beautiful to me and you are my woman. I don’t want to hear you say that.” His thumbs wiped the tears as his eyes trailed down my body, still fueled with lust and adoration as if I had something worth looking at. “Please stop looking at me, Ethan.” “No, I want to show you how beautiful you are.”

Mira asked knowing he lied Ethan laughed and Mira joined him,it was all a joke "I saw you so I followed "Ethan finally said "Gotcha "Mira replied laughing As she laughed Ethan watched ,he was so happy she was smiling ,he watched her lips part and how she laughed ,she was perfect to him ,he wanted to let her know she was beautiful but didn't know when was right,he stood there staring at her irresistibly,he wanted more than that ,he wanted her . "You look beautiful"he whispered "What did you say Ethan ?" Mira who was done laughing now asked

Damien looked down at the sleeping man for a brief moment, his expression unreadable, before he continued walking up the stairs. When they reached the bedroom, Damien expertly shifted his weight, using one arm to securely support Ethan while using his free hand to gently arrange the pillows on the bed.After Damien set Ethan down on the bed, he looked at his battered body, his chest tightening with a mix of anger and frustration. It felt like Ethan was a magnet for trouble, and everyone just took turns beating him up. As he watched him, the afternoon sun caught the strands of Ethan’s hair, making it glow like spun gold. That hair had always fascinated Damien. Moving almost on instinct, he rea