Ethan Klein Weight Loss Novels & Stories

"Have you lost weight again recently?" After his comment, he continued walking unfazed. Khloe stood behind them, watching their retreating figures. Tears began falling down her cheeks. She instinctively grabbed Ethan's arm, whimpering softly. It was simply unbearable for Ethan to see her this way. "Stop crying." "Ethan, am I really that annoying?" Ethan was at a loss for words, thinking to himself that that Caleb Fergerson was such a scumbag! "It's okay, be good. After the hike, I’ll have a serious talk with him."

m. Elise's mouth fell open. She had never seen a man like that. Her ex-boyfriend from university had a belly. "You... you... where is your shirt?!" she squeaked, covering her eyes but peeking through her fingers. "I forgot to pack one," Ethan lied calmly, but his ears were on fire. He had packed five shirts. He deliberately left them in the car. James's idea. James had said, "Chairman, show her your abs. Women like abs. It works."

He chuckled, picked up the dish of noodles, and looked at it carefully. "They're called Miracle Noodles. I'm monitoring my weight for our trip." I heard a lady say from behind me. I glanced back and saw a blonde-haired lady approach us with a bright grin. I'm presuming this is his mother because they share similar facial traits. Ethan lets out a giggle and lays the bowl back onto the tables in front of us. "You don't have to watch your weight, you know that." Ethan chuckled, shaking his head at his mother. "Says you. I'm going to shed 10 pounds with these noodles. No calories, no fat, and just one carb. They're pretty excellent, try some!" She grinned, scooping up a fork full of noodles and

He really wished to give Ethan a tight hug and pinch his cheeks. Professor Ethan was too cute! Finn pulled over the food and ate the rest. After that, he did the dishes and returned to the sitting room to see Ethan walking around. "What are you doing?" Ethan paused. He placed a hand on his belly. "Digesting. I ate a lot more than usual today. I need to digest it before bed." "Scared of adding weight?" Ethan's lips pressed together. "Hm." Finn quickly approached. He took his hand and squeezed it gently. "Even if Professor Ethan grew fat, he would still be the most handsome."

The view from the corner office of Vale-Cross Global hadn't changed in ten years, but the man looking at it had. Liam Cross stood at the window, nursing a cup of tea. He drank less coffee these days. Dr. Hale had been right about the cortisol; survival was a marathon, not a sprint. Behind him, at the smaller desk usually reserved for junior associates, sat Ethan. Ethan was sixteen now. He had grown into his height, filling out the lanky frame with the lean muscle of a runner. He wore a button-down shirt that fit him properly, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing wrists that looked capable.

It moved from hotels and restaurants, to canned products and presently just launched their spare parts products. Kingston corporation was listed among the most influential businesses in California. Ethan Kingston was the fifth wealthiest in California. He was not the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on, but there was something about him that made me glued to him. I couldn't stop staring at him, I couldn't resist it. Now as my eyes bore into his eyes, I was no longer nervous, instead I was resentful, the look was one filled with hatred. He was my ex-boyfriend who eloped on the day of our introduction. Yes he was the one, I wasn't mistaken. It was Ethan.

Ethan’s face changed along with the sounds of the Yorks laughing their heads off, he whispered so that only three people could hear and said with his head low: “Chief Instructor, leave this to me. “You are priceless, there is no reason for you to risk your body for a few ants! “Please retreat for now, Chief Instructor.” In the next moment, Ethan made a loud sound while slamming his knees to the ground. He knew full well of Harvey’s personality, there was no way he would retreat in a situation like that. He’d rather just kneel to beg of Harvey to care about his own safety. The Yorks. The people that were showing faces full of excitement looked at each other at that moment, then burst out laug

He wore a fitted gray t-shirt that clung to his chest and black athletic shorts. Our eyes met. He gave me a small, friendly nod and a devastatingly attractive smile. “Morning,” he said, his voice deep and warm. “Nice day for a hike.” “Yeah… perfect weather,” I replied, slowing my pace slightly so he could catch up. We fell into step together, chatting casually about the trail, the weather, and how empty it was this morning. From what he had told me, I could say his name was Ethan. He was 28, a personal trainer who loved escaping the city on weekends. Every time he laughed or gestured, I found myself staring at the way his muscles flexed under his shirt.

"I made your favorite." He's standing at my stove in nothing but his boxer briefs, and objectively, I know he looks good. Ethan works out religiously, has to, to keep up with his werewolf metabolism, and it shows. Lean muscle, perfect abs, the kind of ass that would make most women weep with gratitude. So why do I find myself comparing him to broad shoulders and a black t-shirt stretched across a chest that looked like it could stop a fast-moving train? "You didn't have to do that," I say, accepting the plate he hands me. Eggs Benedict with fresh hollandaise, perfectly crispy bacon, and sliced strawberries arranged in a little heart shape.

Then I saw him. He was kneeling on the floor, his back to me, amidst a sea of engrossed children. Not the imposing titan in a tailored suit, but a man in dark, simple trousers and a soft-looking charcoal sweater, sleeves pushed up his forearms. Ethan. His dark head was bent low, his attention wholly absorbed by the small figure beside him. Aino.