Ethan Embry That Thing You Do Novels & Stories

Ethan gestured to a few trinkets that sat in the display case, but I sighed and shook my head. What should I get Emrys? He’s provided me with so much and I’m just so empty handed compared to him, I’m nothing compared to him- He has everything and never has been one to own extra… “Well,” Ethan started again. “What does he like?” I shrugged. “I don’t know, I mean he likes his car and rock music, and honey cake-” “Not the only cake he likes,” Ostana butted in, her lips sporting a sly smile. A blush rose into my cheeks as Ethan laughed, both of us turning to Ostana who seemed to appear out of air from wherever she had been.

“What are you doing?!” “I’m going to figure out how to fix this, to fix you. I’ll make you see that I’m the only one for you. Your little pup? I’ll torture him and drag his body through the streets. I’ll kill him and put his head on a spike to remind you of who you belong,” Ethan promised.

His hand stayed longer on mine, rewriting my earlier thought that he might be avoiding people. Finally, the youngest-looking one stepped forward with both hands shoved inside his hoodie pocket. "I'm Ethan." He smiled sheepishly. "And before you ask, no, I'm not as quiet as I look. They just never let me get a word in. I'm an artist. Not a singer like James, more of a painter.” “That’s really cool. I’m a doctor,” I answered, sharing his excitement. I couldn’t believe I was actually meeting them after so long. “Alright guys, we can’t just stand here. Let's go somewhere private, okay?” Tyron said.

"Volkov sent a recipe for a 'Living Tart.' I didn't read the details, but the title was concerning." Emily leaned her head on his shoulder. "I just... I want something normal. Just for one day. Is that bad?" Ethan turned in his chair. He took her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. His violet eyes were serious, but soft. "Emily," he said. "You gave birth to a Hybrid King in the middle of a magical apocalypse on a freezing mountain. You defeated a Shadow Council with a spreadsheet. You are the furthest thing from normal."

His whole body locked up. His brain couldn't process it. Emily? The woman he'd called a free drafting machine? The one he'd told the industry was nothing without him? Emily was the genius who'd just broken him on live television? "No. That's impossible." Ethan shook his head, backing away. "Emily can't be X. I taught her everything she knows. She's nothing without me." I unhooked my arm from Adrian's and walked toward Ethan, one slow step at a time.

“I like the one that goes RAAAAWR too but mommy says I cannot scream like that because it scares people! But I do it anyway when mommy is not looking.” Reid couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped him, a warm, genuine sound he rarely made. “You must be quite a handful.” Ethan puffed out his small chest. “Mommy says I am trouble, but the nice trouble.” Reid tilted his head, amused. “Is that so?” “Yes!” Ethan said with conviction. “Because when people are sad I make them smile. Like you! You were sad yesterday.” Reid blinked slowly. This child… How did he notice everything?

" What do you think? Ethan asked once they were on the road. "I just loved your family!" All of her! " I understand you! he spoke proudly. Then he looked at her for a moment. " Tired? " A little … At least my stomach didn't decide to give me trouble. "That's because he's already obedient!" He reached out to rub her belly again. "I asked him to behave himself in there and not give him trouble, remember?" She placed her hand over his: " He? Ethan chuckled: “Okay, maybe when I think of the baby, I think of a big boy!

After what happened, I decided to resent my parents for life. Two years after that incident, I was clean. The emotionless “Clara” came back. I was now capable of attending school and meeting other people but I remained emotionless. A lot of girls would often want me to join them or ask me to befriend them but I always found myself saying “no”. Because the last time I agreed to something, my secret almost went out.

Our son bounces in Bethany’s arms. Even though he was born early, you wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at him. The doctors can’t explain it either, but they have confirmed Ethan has special healing properties in his blood. They don’t want to test it too much while he is a baby, but they think his healing abilities are stronger than mine. In a few more years, we will know for sure. The doctors believe all children Lance and I have will probably have this amazing ability. It is another good reason to keep the birth of our pups quiet and withheld from the world.

"Sometimes, taking the first step can make all the difference. Let them know you're thinking of them and that you miss them." The next morning, Emily sat at her desk with her phone in hand, her fingers trembling slightly as she typed out a message to her brothers. She poured her heart into the words, telling them how much she missed them and how alone she felt. She hoped they would understand and respond, bridging the gap that had formed between them. Days passed with no reply, and Emily's hope began to wane once more. She threw herself into her daily routine, finding some comfort in the structure it provided. Riding Nyx became a cherished escape, a time when she could forget her worries and