Ethan Liking Novels & Stories

Ethan Ethan walked toward the familiar barn with both excitement and a little apprehension. He was excited because he was going to see Laura, and after last night she was the only thing he was able to think of. She had filled his dreams, and he had woken up needing a cold shower. He couldn't wait to see her. However, horses were not his thing. He liked dogs and cats. Horses were too big and unpredictable. He had never been riding and had this terrible prediction that he was going to make a fool of himself.

"How long have you known him? I know this might seem too personal for a person you just met to ask you this, but... I just want to know the kind of person he is, for Rachel's sake." Mark smiled nervously, scratching the back of his ear with his hand. "I've known him long enough to know when he's serious about someone, because he has never been serious about anyone..." Mark paused, realizing he wasn't making a point. "He's not the kindest or nicest of people, but I can tell he really likes your friend." Marina nodded. "I just want to be sure that Ethan is not going to be another David in Rachel's life." Mark snorted as soon as he heard it. Ethan could never be as shameless and stupid as that

"Elena, my grandmother was already so old. Please don't humiliate her like this. Besides, those wolves are distant relatives of mine. They just have a quick temper, but they're not bad guys. They would never intentionally destroy your pup's urn." So, was my pup supposed to endure that humiliation? Who would Ethan choose to believe? He hesitated for a moment. Then, his body shifted slightly, placing himself in front of Lylia and blocking my view of her. I stared at him in disbelief. This was how he treated his own pup. For the sake of a Beta she-wolf, he couldn't care less about his pup's ashes. "You're willing to go this far for Lylia?" I asked.

"When did you become so impatient?" Selene's voice, teasing, intimate. "I remember when you'd spend months planning surprises. The winter solstice, you spent three weeks tracking that white stag just to impress me." "I was fifteen," Ethan said. But he didn't sound dismissive. He sounded nostalgic. "Fifteen, twenty-five. You still know how to make someone feel chosen." A pause. The sound of her hand on his arm, familiar, proprietary. "Why can't you do that for her?" "She's not you."

he said, stepping back, as if the spot where he stood suddenly ignited in fire. “Why don’t you join us?” I offered. Evan has met none of my friends and this will be a good start. Nate chuckled, “I don’t want to be the third wheel.” “Cali.” Evan’s voice made my head snap. The shoulder immobilizer is present in his left arm, but it didn’t make him any less gorgeous in his all black attire. My boyfriend’s sun kissed hair brushed back to perfection, but the look on his honey eyes sent shivers down my spine.

Ethan’s voice drifted out of the shadows, low and calm. She sat up quickly, clutching the sheets to her chest, eyes scanning the dim room. The city lights spilled through the tall windows, casting soft gold and silver across the space. As her eyes adjusted, she spotted Ethan in a leather chair in the corner. He was swirling a glass of amber liquor, his gaze on the view outside. A half-empty bottle of brandy rested on the floor beside him. “Well, Evan’s the obvious choice,” Ethan continued, his tone casual. “Aidan, well, he’s the guy you’d want at a wild party, the life of the chaos. But Evan? He’s the one you bring home to meet your parents.”

Ethan pushed into her harder than before resting his chin on her shoulder and watching the entertainment in front of them. "Fuck that's hot," he groaned. "So fucking hot! Does that turn you on, baby?" Ethan asked. "Your cunt is dripping wet around my cock, I think it does." "Ya," she huffed, her brain completely clouded over with raw lust. "Do you want daddy to fuck you hard, hum?" Ethan whispered into her ear. When he noticed that she was transfixed on Liam and Noah he bit her shoulder drawing her attention back to him. "Its just you and me. Let them take care of themselves."

I asked. Ethan shook his head. "He talked. But it wasn't the usual Lucian. He's back to being the version who only knows work, control, and contracts." I looked down. That hurt more than I expected. "I was wrong..." I said softly. "For liking him." Ethan stared at me for a long time before answering. "No. That's the consequence of liking someone who promised from the beginning that he wouldn't like anyone." Those words hit me right in the chest.

I was patient and waited for him to speak. “I… I met Justin last night.” I nodded. “I thought we established that in the hallway? The whole reason why you ditched me with the two drunkest girls at the party?” He inhaled deeply, hands flexing in and out of fists. “I mean… like, I met Justin last night.” I nodded in understanding. “So, you hate the guy too, huh?” He forced out a laugh, a weak smile stretching his face. “Not exactly.” I laughed, my own in relief, finally getting it. “Ethan it’s ok to like the guy. He’s your sister’s true mate after all. It’s not a crime to take a liking to him--”

he exclaimed, his lower lip jutting out in a pout. “That is pretty evident besides, No one likes you anyways!”. Ethan groan in pain as he tried to move up. “Take that back! Everyone likes me, I’m cute, funny, charming and sexy. So everyone likes me, especially Kayla!”. Lucas said, smiling like a fool. Ethan rolled his eyes, "Yeah, keep telling yourself that, buddy. Oh speaking of Kayla! He has been maltreating her for a while now, I once saw her cry!”.