Ethan Embry That Thing You Do Novels & Stories

“Kids say funny things in their sleep.” Ethan didn’t reply immediately. He only exhaled slowly, as if trying to settle some storm inside him. My heart thudded in my chest. He was thinking too much, reading too much into something so innocent. Ember shifted closer, still asleep, her tiny hand brushing against mine. I wrapped her fingers gently around mine. My chest tightened at the warmth, at the quiet connection. “I—” Ethan started, then stopped. I could see him struggling, an almost painful tension in his jaw. I didn’t look at him, focusing instead on Ember. I didn’t want to provoke the fragile thread of calm we had right now.

Gran huffed. Ethan laughed and patted his stomach over the white t-shirt. "I will always pick Gran's food over these abs. So spoil me as much as you can beautiful lady!" Ethan said to Gran and both of them fist-bumped dismissing me. Duh! All right. "I didn't know you care so much about my abs. Be honest, do you want to see them?" Ethan winked. Of course, I wanted to see them but that doesn't mean I would admit it aloud.

Emma whistles and Emily blushes crimson red, walking towards us. “Do you think Ethan will finally notice me today?” Emily asks me softly, her eyes particularly focused on me, Emily has this huge crush on Ethan, Emma’s twin brother since we were kids but she can’t muster up the courage to tell him, and Ethan is always with different women every day, today his date is someone named Kayla, who has five million followers on i*******m.

“How am I funny?” He shrugged. “No idea. Maybe because you actually think I’m dumb enough to buy your act. You’re only doing this because your video got leaked. You need someone to shield you. And who else but me could stand by your side, right?” Emily’s hands clenched at her sides. She didn’t deny it. She just looked at him, silently pleading. “Keep dreaming,” Ethan said, voice low with contempt. “I’m not protecting you from the mess you made. Go to those men you ran around with. They’re better men than I am, right? I won’t stand up for your sorry ass.”

Mark plucked up the courage to answer, "Sir, there's something that still confuses me. You ..." "What do you mean is how I got here in just a few minutes?" Ethan asked Mark, who could only nod slowly. Ethan said casually, "Before I explain how that happened, I want to ask you something first." Mark furrowed his brow but then replied, "Yes, Sir." Ethan nodded, "Have you ever heard of the term cultivation?" Mark was even more confused but he still answered, "That’s ... yes, I've heard of it, Sir. I've read about it in fantasy novels."

"I know you’re not like those girls looking for a sugar daddy. But you’ve still stepped into that world. It doesn’t matter if you accept my money or not. I even had my friends buy your paintings to help you out." As he spoke, Ethan moved closer and sat beside Emerald. His voice softened as he whispered, "Ember, I love you. I miss you. I respect your wishes and your freedom. I can give you anything you want—except a title." Ethan used a strategy that seemed like retreating, only to advance. At first glance, it seemed like he was backing off, but in reality, he revealed his trump cards, laying everything out to catch Emerald off guard. "Ember, have you ever wondered who's behind all the donati

“Why don’t you go colour or draw some shit. Do stuff that kids do.” “I’m not a kid!” Ethan snapped. “I’m a grown man.” “Oh yeah… Can you fight me?” I asked, cracking my knuckles. “If you can throw me to the ground just once, I’ll call you my big bro.” Ethan furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his little fists. So cute...

She added a large splatter of ketchup to her creation. “That looks like the aftermath of a blood sacrifice,” I said. “Yeah.” She jabbed viciously at it with a ketchup-covered fry. “I call it ‘The Death of Love’.” *** After I left the pub I went to pick up Ethan. He was smiling, happily cradling a stomach full of a small to medium-sized food baby. I was impressed that Mason's family had managed to fill him up that much. The little guy had a hollow leg. Puberty would be here before I knew it.

The kid was down there every night, jerking it like his life depended on it. The kid being Ethan. Sarah’s little brother. Ethan was 20, two years younger than us. Classic basement dweller, messy brown hair, glasses, always wearing hoodies, barely spoke unless you forced him to, and he'd never come out of his basement unless for food. I’d known him for years because of Sarah, but we’d never really interacted much. He just existed down in that finished basement like a quiet little gremlin. But apparently that quiet little gremlin had a massive p**n addiction… and a very specific type.