Ethan Embry That Thing You Do Novels & Stories

Ethan let out a laugh, the sound low and vibrating in the quiet room. He didn’t pull away; instead, he set the food tray aside and reached for the flask. “I’m talking about making your Milo,” he said with a chuckle. “How does that make me a pervert?” he asked, but Jems was staring at him. He knew how to laugh… I can’t believe Ethan Reynolds knows how to laugh. This is such a rare sight. And it was… beautiful… very beautiful, Jems thought to herself.

He held my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. And I thought, God, I remember when I didn’t know if I’d ever be someone’s mother. When my body didn’t feel like it belonged to me. When I looked at families and felt that sharp, secret ache. Now? Now I had syrup on my shirt and sticky fingers around mine. And it was enough. It was everything. Back home, Ethan worked on something in the garage. Said it was “a surprise.” I pretended not to notice the hammering. Or the cursing. Or the occasional bang like something had fallen and maybe cracked a bone.

There is a bond between twins that heaven and earth would not be able to break yet it was starting to feel like there was a change happening today. Ethan sprang up from the floor and held a hand-out to his sister, "Eighteen or not, I'll always love and protect you bug." Even through her unmistakable happiness for what this day may bring, Emma knew it was time to be serious too. "Ethan, do you think we might be just a little too old for that nickname? I mean, I adore the name but I don't want my guy to think of me as a creepy crawly bug." When Emma was only three years old she refused to wear anything but red and black and would announce to anyone who would listen that when she grew up she wa

"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."

Ethan exclaimed without realizing it. Emily looked at Ethan with an incredulous look. Meanwhile, the young man got up from his seat and walked slowly towards the lip of the cave. After observing the increasingly dark and cold surroundings, Ethan grabbed the rattan he had assembled as a door and closed the cave lip with it. "You're right, some of the snow is already here and the temperature is crazy." Without responding to Ethan's sentence, Emily approached the young man who was preparing a mat to lie down on. "Tell me what you mean by saying 'the universe chose us'? Are you one of those people with a unique talent?" Emily asked in rapid succession.

Ethan does not step back. He does not apologize. He does not even hesitate. His body is tense, his eyes locked on Emberkin like he has already made up his mind. Emberkin lets out a small laugh. It is not loud, but it is enough to make the situation feel worse. “Then you’re asking for your death so soon.”

Before I could respond, a loud smack echoed through the room, he’d just spanked my butt. “Ethan!” I gasped, eyes widening in surprise. He’d never done that before. “When did you get this nasty?” I bit down on my lower lip, a little flustered, a lot intrigued. “I’ve always been this way,” he said with a chuckle. “I just didn’t want you to think I was a freak, so I kept that part hidden.” “Well…” I slipped my arms around his neck, drawing closer. “You didn’t need to. I love freaks, especially when they go by the name Ethan Cross.” My voice dipped into a sultry whisper as I teasingly twerked against his hand.

Like a friend should. His message pops up. Ethan: Hi, Em. Are you ready for the product launch? I giggle before I type back. Me: Em? Is that a new nickname? Three dots dance. Then his reply. Ethan: Uhm, you don't like it? How about Emy? Me: Now that sounds perfect. I have to get ready now. See you. Ethan: Alright. You want a ride? Me: I'm sure you don't want Knox to chew your head off.

Ruby realised that she was becoming his escape from his world and a light-hearted conversation would be perfect for him. “So Mr. Ethan. What do you do when you aren’t out there conquering the world?” Ruby teased, nudging him with her shoulder. Ethan laughed, his expression softening, “I’ll have you know I am a master at relaxation.” He said, pretending to stretch his arms out and taking a dramatic deep breath, “I’ve even watched an entire episode of a TV show.” “Oh wow, stop everything. A whole Episode?!” Ruby chuckled, rolling her eyes, “What was it? The economic times or something?”

Suddenly, her gaze fixed upon a particular picture, accompanied by a captivating caption: "The heir and soon-to-be president of the Biggest Food Industry, Ethan Whitlock." Excitement bubbled up within Camila as she turned to Ethan, holding up her phone to display the image. "Ethan, is this really you?" she questioned, her voice filled with a blend of surprise and awe. Ethan's face lit up with a nostalgic smile as he glanced at the picture, memories flooding back. "Yep, that's me," he confirmed, his voice tinged with a hint of pride. Camila's astonishment lingered as she gazed at Ethan, her eyes wide with curiosity. "So, you went from being this nerdy guy to who you are now?" she inquired, he