Ethan Klein Weight Loss Novels & Stories

In Manhattan, women starved themselves to disappear; here at Ashford, my plus-sized body took up space with a quiet, regal ease that required no permission from anyone. "You're standing right in the draft, Selene," a low, gravelly voice murmured from behind me. I turned my broad frame slowly, a subtle warmth touching the back of my neck. Ethan Reyes was leaning against the doorway, a mug of steaming black tea cupped in his large, calloused hands. He had shedding his heavy waxed coat, wearing only a fitted charcoal henley with the sleeves pushed up to his forearms, revealing strong, sun-darkened wrists and light scars from years of field construction. His dark, wavy hair was still damp from t

Ethan joked, "Conrad is everything but nice. He was okay when we were kids, but now? I have no idea why he’s out for me ." Before Kai could respond, the distant chime of the campus bell rang out. Ethan checked his watch. "Wow, it’s 1:00 PM already?" "Time flies," Kai said, standing up. He was a few inches taller than Ethan, standing a solid 6'0" to Ethan’s 5’9". "You’re great company, Ethan." "Thanks, Kai." Ethan stood and offered his hand. "It was a great talk. I’m glad I ditched Mr. Chen’s class for this."

he asked, arching one perfectly groomed brow as he took a sip, his gaze never quite leaving her face. Chloe nodded eagerly, leaning forward as though sharing a secret. “Yes, Mr Dorian. Look at what you’ve achieved in just five years! The tabloids said you launched your career practically in your teens and officially debuted at twenty. And now?” She sighed dreamily. “Now you’re a phenomenon. A fashion god walking among mortals.” At her last words, Ethan let out a quiet scoff, sharp enough to cut through the glow of Chloe’s praise. He masked it with a sip of his drink, but not before Chloe’s head whipped toward him, her eyes narrowing into a glare.

Kira looked up. Adrian. He walked toward them slowly. Suit and tie. Hair combed back. Looking like the CEO he was. He’s still cute regardless. And beside him, holding his hand, was Ethan. Kira’s breath stopped. She didn’t believe her eyes for a moment. Ethan looked skinny. Too skinny. His face was thinner than she remembered. His clothes hung off him slightly. What had Adrian been feeding him? Or not feeding him? Kira felt tears gathered in her eyes.

Kyle glared. "What's with this dude? Who are you supposed to be?" "That's my line," Ethan tilted his head. "Dude, get lost. I have business with this woman." "Dude, no," Ethan said with a straight face. Kyle frowned, eyeing Ethan from head to toe. Ethan was a head taller, and his green eyes spoke more words than his mouth did: 'Talk about her again and I'll rip your tongue out'. Kyle swallowed, stepping back a few paces. He tried to steal a glance at Wynn behind Ethan's build, then let out a scoff.

Ariana pov Ethan’s presence filled the doorway like he owned the entire world, which, considering his wealth, he probably did. He looked impossibly composed in his black tuxedo, every line was perfectly tailored to his frame. “Everyone out,” he said quietly, but the way he said it left absolutely no room for argument. “But Ethan…” Mom started. “ Now.” The photographer packed his equipment with record speed. The makeup artist grabbed her brushes. Even Mom seemed to understand this wasn’t a request.

She reached out and pushed Ethan, "Well, you... You go out first. I'll need to get change." However, the man stuck there and did not move. When she pushed her for the third time, he put his big palm around her little hand, raised it to her lips, and gave it a kiss. "Don't lose weight, just let them increase the size. You are just in good shape now." Kim took back her hand and pushed harder, "Get out!" Ethan was so ruthlessly driven out of the dressing room, looking at the door closed again, he leaned against the door, eyes up, lips smile more indulgent.

He had been flirting all morning and was too touchy for my taste. I leaned away, stopping myself before getting too close to man-bun… I mean, Ethan. My parents had thought it would be a good idea to surround me with my suitors during breakfast so we could get to know one another, but all it did was make me lose my appetite. Ethan seemed happy about that, though, as he kept commenting about how much trans-fat was in my food and how I needed to lose some weight if I wanted to birth strong pups. According to him, a second helping of biscuits would not be doing me any favors.

So that night, after his mom went to bed and the house was quiet, Ethan lay on his bed with his phone in his hand and did the only thing he could think of. He went on G****e and searched “gay p**n.” A bunch of links popped up immediately. His face heated up as he scrolled past the thumbnails, heart beating faster than it should. He clicked on one that looked the least intimidating , just two guys in a bedroom setting. The video started playing right away. It featured two men. One was a tall, muscular guy with broad shoulders and defined abs, clearly the more dominant one. The other was smaller, leaner, with a twinkish build—smooth skin, slim waist, and an eager expression. They were both com

After a long pause, Ethan said, “You’ve always had an easy tendency to gain weight. But you look good just as you are now. Don’t skip meals—it’s bad for your health. If you want to slim down a bit, try exercising to tone up. Don’t starve yourself.” It took Seraphina a while to respond. “Okay.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. Once they had placed the bags in her car, Seraphina asked, “Why are you here today?” Ethan stopped, almost as if he needed a moment to collect himself. Then, after a soft cough, he answered, “I came with Via to try on wedding dresses.” It felt like Seraphina’s heart stopped. She didn’t say a word. Ethan’s voice wavered slightly, thick with emotion. He reached out,