Ethan Lewis Euphoria Novels & Stories

And she could see that same desire in the greedy eyes that scrutinized her. Leaning back against the door frame, Ethan gave her that beautiful, sexy, corner"lipped smile. He must have rehearsed that for hours on end, in front of a mirror, because he did it with mastery! “Hello, Morgan! "Hello Marcus!" " How was your day? Alexis threw back his head in a weary sigh: "A real bore!" “Oh, poor thing! Ethan moved closer, running his big hand to her waist. – So let's see what we can do to liven up your night!

Lizeth asked with a crazy smirk and Omarion was tempted to strangle her. "What? Lovely pictures? You call that lovely pictures b***h, did you know what that picture has done to my lives…our lives?" Omarion asked, thinking the lady would be a bit remorseful, but it looks like Lizeth does not give a damn because she likes how agitated Omarion looked. She loves how uneasy and anxious the scandal has made Omarion and he wondered how Isis would be coming if Omarion could be that miserable, Isis must be feeling horrible wherever she was. Lizeth thought and the thought of that lightened up her mood.

Lewis stepped aside immediately. Ethan walked in slowly, looking around at the sleek, towering windows, the glass walls, the intimidating skyline. “Whoa…” Lewis watched him carefully. “Do you like it?” Ethan nodded. “It’s high.” A faint smile almost appeared on Lewis’s face. “Yes. It is.” Elizabeth didn’t smile. She walked toward the living area and stopped. “Ethan has something to ask you.” Lewis’s stomach tightened. He crouched down to his son’s height.

[POV: Lewis] [Location: Edinburgh — Lewis's House, Ethan's Week] Ethan was in the garden when Lewis came looking for him. Not doing anything in particular. Just sitting on the back step with his elbows on his knees, watching something in the middle distance that Lewis couldn't identify. That was Ethan's thinking posture — perfectly still, completely inward, the look of a person running through something complicated without external evidence. He looked up when he heard the door. "Hey, Daddy."

“I knew you were lying. Someone hold her down and beat her. Take that urn from her and give it to my dog as compensation.” Punches and kicks landed on me again. I held the urn tightly, refusing to let go. A flicker of hesitation crossed Ethan’s eyes. He stepped closer and whispered, “Layla is the little princess of the Lewis family of Oceania. We cannot afford to offend her. Just endure it. It is only an urn. Your dad’s spirit will not blame you.” Endure it. Only an urn. I tightened my grip on the urn and forced out each word. “The little princess of the Lewis family? We have been married for seven years. Do you really think I am just an ordinary employee and my dad works in an ordinary comp

Not minding the fact that they're in a party,he brought out a cigarette and begun smoking "You weren't embrassed. I love that" Lewis voiced out puffing out smoke from his nostril. He looked exactly like a devil;a handsome one at that. He fixed his pair of ocean blue eyes on Ethan; smriking dangerously. His tongue ran over his not so pink lips adding to his cuteness "Why should I be?, I wasn't expecting anything more or less from you my lord,you made you understand this morning. That'll you'll make my life miserable. That am ready for" Melanie replied tho not so bold as she appeared

I don't want to complicate things between is any further Okayyyy Ethan's planning something big 😁😁😩😩 Watch out Ava

He is the symphony of heaven in hell’s obnoxious anthem. “What do they call you?” He echoed. “Euphoria.” His brows briefly met. “What is that? Is that a stripper name?” “Well, technically, strippers get those fake names but Sylvia wanted us to come up with one too.” Vernon bobbed his head down subtly as if letting the thought sink in. “I like Euphoria. Euphoria’s unique.” I couldn’t help but chuckle weakly. How easy of him to make me feel like I am so accepted as if none of this is ever a big deal.

His thrusts grew erratic. She reached her peak again, body convulsing around him as he finally gave in, spilling inside her with a groan. They collapsed. Sweaty. Breathless. Marked. And for a long minute, neither said a word. Then Ethan leaned in and whispered against her mouth, “I’ve never wanted anyone like this. You’ve fucked me up, Leah.” She blinked. “You’re more than a hookup. You always were.” She touched his face. And for the first time, Ethan Carter—the cocky playboy with a body count longer than his class schedule—looked terrified.

I grip him tighter. Goddess! My head tilts back. “Look at me, Princess,” murmurs Ethan. I bring my eyes back to his. There is something like awe in his, flickering with the wolf that lingers there. He plunges deep inside me, and it pushes me over the edge. Release surges through me and I come completely undone beneath him. I cry out, gripping tightly onto him as my whole body shudders. His rhythm becomes feverish. His shoulders tense and his cheeks redden. His face is strained for a moment. Then he groans, long and hard, his muscles spasming beneath my fingers as he spills into me. “Fuck. Liana. Fuck.”