Ethan Klein Tattoo Novels & Stories

Instead, I glanced at Khalid, who was busy stirring what I put on the stove, humming a tune under his breath. “This place,” I began, gesturing vaguely. “It’s… big. Your family must be loaded.” Khalid smirked. “You could say that but Technically it's Ethan's family.” I worked in silence for a moment, my thoughts drifting. Ethan? He was… different. It wasn’t just his demeanor or the way he carried himself with a guarded authority that didn’t match his age—it was the scars. I’d noticed them earlier, faint but unmistakable, a circle of them around his heart. They weren’t the kind of marks I’d expect from a werewolf, no jagged teeth or claw wounds. They looked deliberate, like stab wounds.

he stepped away from my chubby hands trying to reach for his phone. I pouted and resigned myself. The pictures were really sexy. I really don't take pictures but I think I should try , I look good in them. We talked for a while with drinks in hand. I was having a blast . Till my eyes met a certain someone. "What is he doing here?" I stared at Ethan in shock. In awe at how hot he looked and in slight pain at his close proximity with a beautiful red haired beauty. He was dressed in black pants and matching knee length jacket. He wore gloves; his smoking thick gelled hair stood out . His eyes were like the storm , the grey blazed in the night making me shiver.

The faint sign of ink. “What’s that? he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. I hesitated, then rolled up my sleeve, revealing the delicate, run-like tattoo that showed with a faint glow under the library lights. “It’s… a tattoo,” I said softly. “It appeared on its own. I didn’t get it drawn on me.” Ethan took my wrist gently, studying the mark. “But this isn’t just any tattoo,” he said, his voice hushed. “This is an Alpha’s mark.”

I forced myself to look at him and then wished I had not, Ethan was not wearing a shirt like most of the men in the club, however, when he was semi-naked, i couldn’t focus on anything but his revealed flesh. His usually pale skin was tanned from the hours he spent in the sun, the same skin was covered in different kinds of ink, none of the ink was colored or elaborate, the designs were in black ink, pretty simple, yet they stood out on his body, which was strong, thick, and muscular. He made my mouth water when I just simply looked at him, i quickly glanced down at my skirt, wishing I had put something more on. When Ethan stood beside me, he made me feel small, delicate, my size sixteen curv

He couldn’t take that chance. “Help yourself,” Ethan said, waving a hand at the coffeepot. Trey glanced around the kitchen and peeked in a cabinet looking for a mug. “That one,” Ethan said, pointing at the cabinet next to the stove. Trey opened the cabinet indicated and retrieved a mug. And dropped his towel. Ethan stifled a moan. The man had a perfect ass. Well, except for the ridiculous tattoo on one cheek. “What in the…” Trey glanced over his shoulder at Ethan and followed his line of sight to his ass. “Lost a bet.” He ran a hand over his flank. “People keep telling me to get it removed, but it’s a great conversation starter.” He grinned as if to prove his point.

And I needed to hold it together. Ethan’s eyes didn’t move from mine. Not even for a second. “I’m trying to understand,” “You tattooed a symbol of rank onto a child.” “Like I said, I didn’t think it mattered,” I said. “I just liked the way it looked. It made him feel safe.” He laughed, short and disbelieving. “You expect me to believe that?” Ethan turned away again, pacing. His steps were sharp. Precise. He was thinking—too fast and too loud and too much.

“You can’t use sugar as a bonding agent in a humid studio, Rossi! It’s basic chemistry!” “You’re such a nerd,” Liam groaned, but there was a softness in his eyes. “A beautiful, stuck-up, brilliant nerd.” Ethan froze as the word beautiful hung in the air, vibrating between them Liam didn't take it back. He didn't blink. He just sat there, his jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the tattoos on his forearms—intricate geometric patterns that Ethan had spent nights secretly trying to decipher from across the room. “I should go,” Ethan whispered, though he didn't move.

Just before he walked out the door, he turned around and quickly moved forward, wrapping his arms around Hughes. Hughes smiled as he wrapped his arms around Claudius. Happy and thankful Claudius doesn't hate him and seems to be giving him a chance. Claudius smiled as he pulled the door closed behind him. But Claudius' smile quickly fell when he turned down the hall and bumped into Ethan. Confused, he looked up. As Ethan turned down the hall, he came to a screeching halt as his eyes landed on a very large, and very intimidating person walking down the hall towards him. He had a large tattoo that covered his entire throat and wrapped around his neck, and disappeared inside his shirt.