Ethan Liking Novels & Stories

I’m not clapping. Because I know better. Guys like Ethan? They don’t just stir chaos for fun. They do it because they need to. Because it’s the only way they know how to keep people from looking too close. And sure, he’s good—better than most. He’s quick with a joke, smooth with a smirk, and bold enough to throw nicknames across the room like he owns the place. And yeah, I saw Lila’s reaction when he did.

“What’s so funny? Are you going to claim you actually don’t like it?” Ethan put his hand on Brandon’s nape and pulled him closer. Brandon wet his lips with his tongue, hating the way his heartbeat picked up, and his lips were tingling in anticipation of a kiss already. Fuck, he needed help. Why did he feel like a junkie who was about to be given his drug? “I don’t like fucking men,” Ethan said, almost against his mouth. "I just love to fuck you." His eyelids grew heavy, and Brandon parted his lips. What?

"What can I do? Lana's cooking skill is pretty good. Unlike someone I know who can make fried eggs into a solid stone." Andrew narrowed his eyes at Ethan, sending him a threatening look that Ethan ignored. "What? I was just stating the truth," Ethan shrugged his shoulders. "I am also curious with you, to be honest. Since when do you like kids?" "Are you kidding? I am your best friend; you should at least know something about me," Ethan sighed in disappointment. "I love kids. And unfortunately, it's one of the reasons why all my ex-boyfriends ended the relationships. They don't want to have kids."

Lawrence said as he gave Ethan a weird look. "I was getting tired of her, she was getting so clingy," he replied as if it was no big deal and Lawrence shook his head. His best friend was so impossible. He had even lost count of how many girls he had dated since the beginning of this year. "But guess what? There's this girl I like." Ethan said. "I'm tired of hearing that, Ethan." Lawrence groaned as he remembered that was what he usually says every time he was interested in a new girl.

River Lockhart I look away from my phone when Ethan call my name. "River. You have a crush on someone or something?" Ethan, the brunette with mismatched eyes suddenly asks with a little smirk. The first thing interesting about him is his two-coloured eyes. The second thing is his weird tastes. He likes to watch gore true crime documentaries, and at the same time, he rewatches all the Barbie movies. Even his mind is mismatched, just like his eyes. "Seems like it. Totally out of his world most of the time." Lucas agrees with his words.

His mouth was opening and closing like he was hesitant but I think he need to let it out. Though my body was paining like shit, my full attention was on him. My heart was racing seeing him struggle to speak. I have know Ethan from a long time, and I know how effortlessly he speaks, he never hesistant. He have even passed sexual comments on me before my brother, so talking was a piece of cake for him as he was a sweet talker himself.

“My name is Whitney.” Ethan smiles once again. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Whitney.” My thoughts go back to earlier and the girl that he had come here with. “Aren’t you here with your girlfriend? Shouldn’t you be getting back to her?” Ethan chuckles, “I don’t do girlfriends.” “Ahh, yeah. That’s right. You only fuck girls and move on to the next the next day. I’ve heard all about you.”

“Now, now, no one’s saying to change anything! But, Ethan, dear, wouldn’t you like to get to know Emma a little before making such a big decision?” Ethan turned to me. “Are they always this desperate?” The air left my lungs. Emma let out a small gasp, my dad cleared his throat, and my mom smoothed a hand over her dress like she hadn’t just been insulted. Ethan turned back to them, completely unaffected. “I don’t date. I don’t waste time. I pick what benefits me.” His hand settled on my waist. “And I’ve already made my choice.” Emma’s expression cracked, her fingers curling into fists.

"You must be Cynthia, right? I’ve heard so much about you. You're Ethan’s best friend who's always looking out for him. Thank you for taking care of him all this time." Her words were polite, but her posture made it clear she saw me as no more than a footnote in Ethan’s life, someone to be tolerated, not respected. Before I could even respond, Ethan cut in, his tone sharp. "Who said she’s my friend? She's always throwing a tantrum over nothing. If she had any guts, she would’ve stayed in the Arctic and never come back." I didn’t bother replying. There was no point in arguing with him here, in front of all these people.

“That!” Ethan sighed agreeing with me. “I Truly am Sorry You heard all of that. It was never my intention.” He spoke softly. “I get that but - You still - You kissed her back so Do you Love Her ?” I wondered just needing to know. “Lilith you heard the conversation!” Ethan spoke in his defense. “So Do You?!” I got a bit louder, getting closer to his face. “Of course Not!” He sot back grabbing either side of my arms. “My heart is with you- and I cant wait until the day I can Stare you in your eyes telling you how much I’ve falling in love with you.”