Ethan Klein Weight Loss Novels & Stories

She looked as if she had not slept the entire night. Her scent filled the room, reminding him that she was his mate. He gripped the tray tightly in an effort to maintain his composure. Kasia's gaze flickered to the tray, then back to Ethan. Ethan wore a form-fighting short-sleeved orange shirt and blue jeans. He was absolutely massive, far more in shape than Austin.

In truth, there were quite a few among them who had the same thought. Just as Faye was about to speak, Zayn stopped her and spoke with a strange expression, “I’m a little curious. According to you, Ethan is a very impressive man, huh? He still hasn’t arrived, yet all of you are competing to lick his boots.” His words made them all stare at him as if he were a fool. Kevin said, “Do you really not know or are you just pretending? Ethan is the heir to the Zeus Group. He is rich, good-looking, and there’s no telling how many women want him. Do you think he’s like you, an ugly man aspiring for someone that he’s not worthy of?”

Gran huffed. Ethan laughed and patted his stomach over the white t-shirt. "I will always pick Gran's food over these abs. So spoil me as much as you can beautiful lady!" Ethan said to Gran and both of them fist-bumped dismissing me. Duh! All right. "I didn't know you care so much about my abs. Be honest, do you want to see them?" Ethan winked. Of course, I wanted to see them but that doesn't mean I would admit it aloud.

He would simply sit there for an hour, ensuring the perimeter was safe, watching the lights in the house, before quietly driving away. It was agonizing. It was a slow, methodical siege of her heart. "Look," the driver pointed. The front door of the Mercer Island house opened. Ethan stepped out onto the porch. Zara’s breath hitched. He had lost weight during his month in the hospital. He was wearing a simple grey sweater and dark jeans, leaning heavily on a sleek black cane. His movements were slow, stiff, betraying the lingering agony of his reconstructed abdomen. He didn't look like a billionaire titan. He looked like a man building a home.

It pointed steadily, not east, but at the computer screen. Eliana read the obituary. Ethan James Caldwell, 16, passed away peacefully on November 3rd, surrounded by family, after a courageous battle with leukemia. Ethan was a junior at Westview High School, where he was known for his quiet humor and his love of astronomy. He is survived by his parents, Margaret and Robert Caldwell, and his beloved sister, Clara, 11. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to the pediatric oncology ward at St. Mary's Hospital.

Jayden's eyes roamed over his figure before he reached out to lightly pinch his hip, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're gaining weight." Despite the fact that he sounded happy with his words, Ethan felt his heart drop to his stomach as he glanced in the mirror. "I-I can quickly get rid of it. I mean, I can use the workout room more and I ca-I can eat less-" "That is not what I meant, Ethan. I am happy that you are gaining weight." Jayden spoke in a soothing tone as he sat on the bench in the changing room, tugging him so he sat on his lap. His arms wound around his waist, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.