Ethan Klein Tattoo Novels & Stories

The radio was a low hum of static and a country song about a man losing everything, which felt a little too on the nose for our lives. "You’re thinking too loud again," Ethan said. He was leaning against the driver’s side door, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his knuckles stained with grease from the shift he’d just finished at the marina. At nineteen, Ethan Cole didn't have a billion-dollar empire or a suit tailored in London. He had a jawline that could cut glass, a pair of boots with holes in the soles, and a way of looking at me that made me feel like I was the only thing on earth that wasn't broken.

SERAPHINA His grin stretched, and even through the mask I could feel his arrogance reeking off him. I took a step back, scanning him. Every Alpha’s body in the Academy was built almost the same, lean muscle wrapped in the same dark uniform. But there it was a faint mark creeping up his neck, ink glinting like oil. A snake tattoo. A smile curved on my lips. “Alpha Ethan. You better go hunt the others. I don’t have time to waste with you.”

We stopped talking when someone placed a plate full of food in front of me. Confused, I looked up to see who landed it. I just sighed when I saw that Ethan. He also took a seat and sat next to me. My eyes caught his left arm. And that's when I stared more and more at the inks there. Lily... lily flower is tattooed on his arm. It was on the side and I noticed that he had a big tattoo. I looked away. I saw the five of us approaching. William placed a plate full of food on Anne as well. Anne thanked and they all started eating except for me.

I pulled out my phone and showed her. “What is that?” “I got stung by a jellyfish. I want the sting as a tattoo. It wraps all the way around my leg from thigh to calf, but skinny lines.” “I see that. Super cute. Email these to me and I’ll do what I can.” She pushed her card over to me. Emailing them, she printed it out, and I took a seat. Pulling out my phone, I sent a picture through a text message. It was of my smiling. Capturing it, tattoo time. I hit send and sent it to Ethan.

She ruffled his hair. Ethan smiled and put his arm around her shoulder "I'm so not a kiddo anymore. See the way everyone's watching," he whispered "They are all looking at a champion. You are the sister of a champion. You should get a tattoo of my face on your cheek you know"

I managed to say. His eyes flicked briefly to my stomach, then back to my face. “Nice to meet you.” Ethan placed his hand on my back. “wilson’s an old friend from academy days. Known for his silence and strength.” Wilson raised an eyebrow. “And Ethan is still full of too many words.” They laughed, but my eyes stayed on that mark. It wasn’t a tattoo. The edges were natural. It was shaped the same as mine. It couldn’t be coincidence.

Ethan has dark locks with just a hint of a natural curl while his eyes copy his mother's eyes, olive almost frosted with a deep honey color. Katie shook her head away from her thoughts of Ethan just in time for her friend to ask, "How do I look?" Katie immediately replied, "Beautiful! Whoever is lucky enough to be your mate should spend all of his days and nights thanking the Goddess for the gift she has shared with him." A slow blush crawled across Emma's face as Katie's words meant the world to her. As she embraced her friend she said, "I hope I'm right about you and Ethan. You know I always think of you as a sister. Your mate bond would make it official."

The bass from the show vibrated through the pavement as I walked, a constant reminder that Kai was up there, fighting for my time. I reached the entrance. The bouncer took one look at the cloned VIP pass and waved me through. The interior was a haze of expensive cigars and filtered light. I spotted Ethan immediately, seated in a velvet booth surrounded by three men in sharp suits. They were laughing, drinking, and watching a live feed of the concert on a massive screen. Ethan’s tablet was sitting on the table, right next to his glass of bourbon.

Ryder spat. “It’s worth more than your life right now, nephew,” Kael said calmly. He swung his gaze to Ethan, who was leaning heavily against the tree, his face white with pain. “Let’s start the choosing, shall we? Musician. You look like you’re in pain. Would you like it to end? Put the collar on her. Do it, and I’ll let you crawl away. I’ll even let you take your guitar.” Ethan’s green eyes found Tess’s. They were full of apology and a deep, unshakeable sadness. He shook his head slowly. “I make music,” he whispered, his voice rough. “I don’t put leashes on people.”

Rain began to fall as we walked, our path illuminated by flashes of lightning. “We need a clinic, maybe a hospital,” I urged. “No,” he said firmly. “Hospitals are too dangerous right now.” The woman driving the truck that had stopped for us noticed Ethan’s tattoo and whispered, “Don Salvador?” Their eyes met, and without another word, she raised her wrist, revealing the same mark. Ethan nodded. “She’s on our side,” he said quietly. ♣️ ETHAN ♣️ “Not you too,” I said, amusement in my voice as Marlene tried to hide her worry.