Ethan Landry X Reader Novels & Stories

Ronan began, his tone overly enthusiastic as if trying to sell the man to the entire family, “tell us more about your background. I’m sure we’d all love to hear.” Ethan, with his sandy hair and overly polished demeanor, smiled politely. “There’s not much to tell, really. I come from a small pack in the west, but I’ve spent most of my time traveling, working with various alphas on… diplomatic matters.” I could feel Lila’s leg brush against mine under the table, and I nearly choked on my drink. I glanced up at her, and she had the audacity to look innocent, her face neutral as if nothing had happened. But there was a glint in her eyes that told me she was playing with fire.

I asked him standing up immediately with my car key “Yoo! where the fuck are you going?” Eden asked “Are you guys crazy? You fucking want me to sit quietly and let Taylor date some other guy? you know I'm not gonna let that happen” “That's what I'm talking about that's the Liam that I know” Ethan smiled and they both stood up “So where are you going right now? Do I need to getting my boxing gloves” Eden flexed his muscles “Idiot no one is fighting” Ethan smacked his head

Why did Xandros seem to hate Ethan so much, and why was Ethan so calm in the face of hostility? ***********************************

Without her, they don't know how to live. Unlike Lexy, Ethan did not have the same dreams Lexy had the whole time they were apart from each other. He got through his longing for her by sniffing the tiny piece of underwear she left in his penthouse that night. It helped Ethan masturbate when his longing for her was too potent and string to deny or ignore. It drove both the human and Lycan crazy, grumpy and edgy. But since Ethan could handle their moods well instinctively, as his usual character prevailed, people around them did not notice more than those that had obvious reasons to flare up.

and “Oh God, he’s not stopping!” Liam backed up slowly, panic rising in his eyes. And I was still on the floor, unable to do anything but watch. Because I’d never seen Ethan like this. He wasn’t just angry. He was FERAL. His eyes locked on Liam like a predator spotting the final kill. And for once, Liam had nothing to say. He looked like a child facing a monster from under his bed—except the monster was real. And it had just torn through every trained man he had like they were made of paper.

Tyler kept his tone light but direct. “Everything okay? You checked your phone and kind of dropped out after that.” Ethan kept his eyes ahead. “I’m fine, it was just a random message. Nothing worth getting into right now.” Tyler studied him for a second, then nodded once. “All right. I’m not going to dig if you don’t want to talk about it.” “I appreciate that.” They walked a little farther in silence. Ethan’s mind kept returning to the single line on his phone , the claim that he didn’t know what had really happened between Jax and Marcus. It sat against the calm version of Marcus he had seen at practice and against everything he thought he already understood.

Laura ranted, crying profusely. I ignored her emotional words and came close to her. I know Ethan was capable of so much, but I never knew he could stand hurting a woman he married even if he was gay. “You have ruined my life, Alex, you have ruined my life,” she continued to pour out tears. “I know you are not in your best state of mind right now, but I need you to calm down and tell me what's going on,” he inquired softly. “Ethan wants me, you, and my brother dead,” she replied, her voice suddenly sounding calm, cold and cracking.

Calix almost growled, the warning loud and clear in his voice. It made her look up. Ethan was a moderately good looking man with wild green eyes and that playboy smirk. “Okay, jeez, I’m sorry,” Ethan exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “Someone’s possessive,” he added, throwing Ilana a sly look. She rolled her eyes, unable to focus on anything other than what Calix had said, in the future she could suddenly see in front of her, so vast it made her take a step back anyways.

Lincoln bit down on his lower lip, fighting the tremendous urge to burst out crying. I'm a cum dump? That's all I am to him? A cum dump? “And as long as our contract still exists, you're mine... no one else's! Now, take off your bathrobe!” Ethan ordered. Lincoln stared at him with deep-rooted hatred, slowly untying his bathrobe and letting it fall to the floor. “Yes, that hateful look in your eyes… it turns me on,” Ethan drawled, grabbing Lincoln's dick. “I love it. Call me Psychopathic Monster.”

“Oh, but I didn’t come for trouble. I came for her.” The air grew heavier. “I still have feelings for her,” Ethan said simply, almost conversationally. “And I’m not about to let her waste her life on the two of you. She deserves better.” Liam’s eyes flashed with anger. “Better than what? Love? Loyalty? Happiness?” Ethan chuckled darkly. “You call that happiness? Please. You think a woman like Lily will stay content forever? You underestimate desire, Liam. People always want more, and when she realizes she could have me—”