Ethan Lewis Euphoria Novels & Stories

It was the place of the wild and untamed. Meanwhile, Kayden was dragged to a nightclub by his friends. "Let's go celebrate your divorce! You finally got rid of that leech!" Liam Evans, the heir of the Evans Group, excitedly said. They sat down on a VIP lounge and ordered a lot of drinks. "Hey, who's that beauty over there?"

It was a brief descent into an insanity that felt like cutting up a storm on the dancefloor, experiencing those first moments of hedonistic pleasure as the buzz fired sparks of heat into your veins. 'Okay, now I know you're high,' I said, as I struggled to compose myself. 'Or maybe I still am. Is that it? Am I on one big fuck-off never-ending trip? I need to know what the Hell was in that fix I got from Leon, because this is the freakiest, most insane, completely unreal thing I've ever heard, and you know what, I've heard some proper crazy things recently.' Ethan's stony glare didn't waiver and I wondered if he practiced that convincing-as-fuck look in the mirror every day.

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.

"Most women do around you, silly. You're Ethan Lewis... America's heartthrob." He gave me a look that said he wasn't at all happy with the title. "Can I just be Ethan tonight? Mr. Lewis went to bed early with a headache and a hangover." "Too much liquor and sex?" I teased him as we stepped out onto the sand. "Yep. He's a bastard, that guy... I tell you what. I'm surprised he has a friend in the world." "Well, he has me." I lifted the flower to my nose and let the moment settle on me. My words were true. He did have me.

“Ethan is just… stressed, maybe.” She tried to cover up the situation, hoping to downplay the chaos that had erupted earlier. Even after their heated exchange, she felt the need to justify Ethan’s behavior, worried about what Lewis might think of her. Little did she know, Lewis was not just her boss; he was her secret admirer from college, someone who had watched her from afar, admiring her strength and resilience.

I asked as I accompanied him, we got into the elevator and fortunately no one was in there just the both of us. “You don't have to worry about anything, I did my job as your PR” Ethan said tiredly. “Thank you” I said to him, He swallowed up the hate he had for me and did his job, that should be the word I should say to him. He just looked at me and didn't say anything, we got to the second floor and he got out “Bite your tongue whenever you get hit by a trigger question, it reduces anxiety” Ethan said and left.

"That's in the past. Are you sure you don't want to work with me? Your clinic will be much more famous if it's featured in my media. I guarantee ... more patients will come here to seek treatment from you, Ethan." Ethan smiled cynically in response, "I don't need to work with you. My clinic already has plenty of patients. Besides, I actually have too many patients right now. I'm not going to try to get more patients through your media." "You ... are too arrogant!" Joe said, who was forced to leave without getting anything. Meanwhile, Louis Garcia could only watch Ethan's success from afar. The man she had left and despised was now a completely different person. She knew that recently she had

West. “Father, please lead her soul to your bosom. Give her grandson, Jacob, the…” The words were stolen from my lips; my heart skipped a beat and the deepest parts of my belly were filled with a rush. His dark tempest blue eyes and their cold stare were etched in my mind’s eye and my breathing caught, forcing my eyes open. My skin would come alive in the places he had touched and with trembling fingers, I ran my fingers across my cheeks.