Ethan Klein Weight Loss Novels & Stories

If you look at her, she's perfect. I peer closer to the door to see the people inside. This is Ethan we’re talking about. I lean in and see Ethan in workout clothes as if he was just about to start practicing. He has his hands— or his fists, rather—in the pockets of his gray sweatpants, causing the stretchable fabric to highlight his glorious thighs. He's leaning against a table behind him. He looks completely chill despite his girlfriend screaming at him. Magnificent, that's what he looks like. Someone akin to the beauty of a Greek God. The overall laid-back look is enough for me to lift a hand up to my chin to check if I had any drool dripping down. Focus, Keira! I tell myself. Dirt like t

Stanley West, whose family ran the powerhouse West Energy Group nationwide, six-foot-three, built like a tank, and a straight-up player through and through. Carson Powell, golden boy of a top-tier auto empire, six-foot-three, mixed-race features, steady as they come. When Ethan stepped into view. Kevin shot up from the sofa like a rocket, lunging over to grab his face. "Whoa, you're actually alive? Let me check if this is some plastic surgery imposter." Ethan's brow furrowed, and he snapped Kevin's wrist in a lock, twisting it back hard enough to nearly slam him into the coffee table.

Then, they dropped their pants. My eyes widened. The sight of three fully erect, thick dicks was breathtaking. They were massive, pulsing, and impossibly hard...far bigger than anything I’d ever even seen in a picture. Kian’s was perhaps the thickest, Damon’s the longest, and Ethan’s, even with his corporate demeanor, was a perfectly curved, dark piece of meat. Ethan stepped toward me, grabbing my chin roughly. "You’ve got a lot of work to do, girl. Get on your knees."

“You think he shows up just to memorize formulas?” I froze. “He?” And before she could answer me, the door was pushed open and there he was. Ethan. Our teaching assistant. He looked so hot that my mouth fell open. He was not supposed to look like that. TA’s were supposed to look nerdy, one of those akward and clumsy graduates who walked around with coffee stains on their shirts. But Ethan?… he was nothing close to that. He looked like he had just stepped out of a forbidden catalog. He was tall, lean, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, he had veins in his forearms, and I swear, all this sexiness should be considered illegal.

Well, reasons known only to him. Ethan is known as a player. Some said that he is arrogant. What do you expect from a young man who just turned Thirty recently and has acquired so much wealth at his age? He is the most successful businessman and also the wealthiest. He is known as a ladies' man as the elite women will always swarm around him. He is not just wealthy. He is very handsome. He is six-foot-three and very fair in complexion. Deep Brown hair. Blue eyes, pink lips and physic that is mind-blowing. No woman can resist his charm.

“Shit, Barry, you must have gained 20 pounds since the last time I saw you three months ago, all pure muscle too. Look at you, you’re a fucking beast!” “Mind your language, Your Highness,” Bart chided. “How was the visit back home?” “Oh, you know how it is. King’s on my case about coming back full time. Same old,” Ethan said, shrugging the serious stuff off as usual. “I brought someone with me this time that I want you to meet,” he continued, changing the subject. “Better be quick about it too. I bet the chicks are lining up to check you out.” Ethan put his hand on Bart’s bicep. Bart slapped it away. Bart wouldn’t know if they were and it didn’t matter anyway. They would never be her.

She held her head high arrogantly, looking at me provocatively while stuffing various high-calorie foods into her mouth. "Did you run around for nothing again, Dakota?" she taunted. Jonah looked at me with disdain and openly fed Freya right in front of me. "With the way you look right now, you should just give up on trying. You're never going to lose all that weight!" I knew then that all those gyms and weight-loss centers rejecting me were their doing. But I didn't care. Their smug, triumphant smiles weren't going to last very long. …

I walked past them as I opened the door to Jason's bedroom. Ethan helped Jason sit on the bed as he stepped back panting heavily. "Dude! You weigh like tons!" Ethan complained and I smiled at Ethan who looked all tired as if he was carrying a mountain. I don't blame him though. Jason was probably 6'2 all muscles. He must be damn heavy. I noticed as they looked at each other for a moment. I wondered if they were mind-linking and then the next second Ethan spoke up and left saying he had something to do.

teasing his friend was a pastime he enjoyed. Gaius chuckled “hahaha, too much wine and junk food is to blame.” “And I was thinking of treating you to some fries and hamburger.” Ethan pouted. “Who says I can't have some. Two weeks of torture in the gym and I will be brand new.” Ethan did not argue with his friend's statement, he had always had it easy with getting fit without trying much. “Let's go then, am famished." Making their way to the elevator, Gaius stopped to say hi or flirt with some female staff.

I asked. “How do you mean?” Ethan raised the tempo of the treadmill to a fast walk. We both know he didn’t need to push himself right away. This was an optional workout after all. But as I eyed his profile from the side, workout clothes tight to his chest and warms, I realized the humbling reality that he was so much smaller than he had been. He had lost weight in the infirmary. I had seen that in his face as I visited him day after day when he was in the coma. But this was different. His muscles, his frame seemed… larger? But how could he look broader and smaller at the same time? I shook my head. It really had been a long night. “Emotionally. Physically. Romantically.” I said the last word