Novel & Cerita Ethan Embry That Thing You Do

Ethan stood before them with his hands on his hips. “I said I want a baby sister!” he repeated. “Uncle Louis said you already have one and maybe even more! But I told him I only want one!” He wasn’t greedy. Just one would do. Elena didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “That’s not how it works.” Ethan wrapped his arms around her thighs, his dark blue eyes looking at her expectantly. “Then how does it work?” “This-” Elena really did not know how to reply.

Lena’s POV Eli laughs it’s not loud not one of those big, dramatic baby laughs you see in videos it’s small andoft like he’s still figuring out how to do it but it’s real. And it hits me harder than anything else ever has. I freeze in the doorway, one hand still resting against the frame, just watching. Ethan is on the floor on the floor aman who used to run billion-dollar meetings without blinking is currently lying on his back on a blanket, making the most ridiculous sounds I have ever heard in my life.

“Nice taste as usual, Emily.” Emily smiled in satisfaction, fondling her breasts. “Still as good as ever too, Ethan.” He stood up, his cock was dangling between his thighs with the red tip leaking. Without bothering to cover up, he turned towards me, his hands on his hips. Ethan was an unfamiliar and handsome young boy that should be in his early twenties. There was cum all over his chin and lips. His lustful and dark eyes fell on me as he sized me up. “It seems you are no different from your mother, are you? I bet you imagined you were the one getting fucked.”

Did he run away from them? She felt like an elephant was sitting on her chest. Emily sat up quickly as if she had just remembered something. "Mum, guess what happened in school today." "Shut up Emily." Ethan's cheeks were bright red. Sydney looked tired, it made Ethan worry. "What's it, baby?" "But mum you said-" Emily cut him off, heartily. "Ethan was crying oceans like Spongebob when Harry Thompson kicked him angrily in the butt after hockey practice." Ethan raised his chin. "I didn't cry oceans."

I was still feeling the warmth of his hand on my hip from earlier. We all hung out and the band drank, but drinking was never for me. It doesn't really do anything to us werewolves unless we drink a shit ton. The taste isn't worth trying to fit in, to me anyway. We were all making small conversation here and there and landed on what instruments everyone could play. "Ember plays everything. She started with the piano when we were 5. When she was 7 mom got her into the drums, then it went to guitar, bass, violin, harp, and cello." Ash told them all.

His eyes fully focused on me as he enunciated the last word. Chills emerged on my skin, as my hands trembled a little, luckily for me, it was hidden beneath the layers of bed sheets. I turned around to go out with James, when his voice came in again. " What's your name?", he questioned I stood still as my father's warning flashed into my head, " don't reveal your surname to anyone", he had warned. I took in a short breath as I turned around to face him. " I'm Ember" " You have a sweet name Ember", he said as a smile made its way to his face.

I chewed and spoke to the camera, a little muffled, "You guys see this? This is the real Arnold Stone. What you saw earlier is just how he gets when he's angry. This is what he's actually like." From the side, Ethan said flatly, "Dad, you just got oil on my shirt. This one cost five grand." "Be quiet." My father shot him a glare. "So what if it got on you? At least I didn't make you clean my shoes. Keep talking, and you're cracking crab legs for the rest of the night." Ethan paused, speechless. A second later, the cold, untouchable CEO quietly put on a pair of gloves and got to work cracking crab legs.

REINA You can call me a creep and a stalker but to be very honest, the waat Ethan left this morning had me shaking in my boots. I had seen different sides of Ethan, his angry and his happy sides, his naive and knowledgeable sides but what I saw today was unlike every thing I've seen. He was angry but he was bottling it up, it was almost like when you put mentos into coke and lock the bottle immediately. It would wait till anyone tries to open it for it to explode.

"How about this?" Ember shook her head. "No, a skirt might give him ideas...you know." Ethan looked perplexed. "How does a skirt give ideas?" Ember blushed. "Because it's easier to...you know." She gestured with her fingers. Ethan feigned disgust. "Ugh, I don't want to hear about it." I intervened. "Okay, pants it is, then." I showed Ember a sweatshirt and jeans combo with knee-high boots.