Ethan Stuck In The Middle Novels & Stories

“ Ethan looked around analysing the place they were in , it has two exits one in the top and second one right in front of his eyes from where he came . It will be better if he takes Stella out from the front because she should not run in this condition , she is already weak because of the drugs . “You know Ethan, this is so satisfying to watch you on your knees In Front of me . Not even dare to move . I want to see you being torched first , it will be so much fun . He spoke , Signalling his men to tie him up on the rings which were fixed to the ceiling . He tied both of Ethan’s hands and Ethan was suspended from the ground so the full weight is hanging from the wrists. “NO!!!!! DON’T !

He was feeling like he had run a mile. “Where? Can we go there?” Inzo asked curiously. “We can't... She's... She's in the middle of a fight! We could only wait for her... Here...” Ethan spoke helplessly. The feeling of being ignored by his woman overwhelmed him that he began to feel something inexplicable. “What fight are you talking about?” Inzo’s voice had risen intensely due to his shock! It made him tremble in his spot! “The Underground arena...” Ethan stated worriedly.

ethan asked but I just pushed his hand and continued eating. He is our school playboy and a womanizer. Unaware of the fact that someone is recording everything and send it to their boss. He was talking nonstop and we were getting irritated so we stood up and was moving out of the canteen, when my foot slip and I fell down. My ankle was sprained and it hurts like hell, jesus christ why everything happens to me. I was crying, when suddenly I felt no more floor under me, I was in the air floating, when I opened my eyes it met with ethan green one.

Ethan threw him on a tree. Nathan crashed on the tree heavily, he groaned out loudly at the pain. Ethan ran towards him with his ten claws out. Nathan duck, Ethan ran claws first in the trees. Nathan yanked him on a giant tree which split in two when Ethan body came slamming on it. Ethan felt the elbow on his neck putting him in a strong headlock. He moved his own elbow swiftly striking hard on Nathan's ribcage, a faint crack erupted as Nathan let go from the pain.

What am I to you? A determined look crossed Ethan's face. He tried to get up from the wheelchair, but his legs didn't support him, causing him to fall to the floor. His hand got cut by the glass shards, and blood spilled, staining the wooden floor. He reached for the craft knife in the midst of the mess and revealed the sharp blade by sliding the button upward.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Find someone else. Someone appropriate. Someone who isn't your best friend's brother." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I don't want someone else. I want you." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Ethan closed his eyes, his jaw clenching. "You can't have me." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Bullshit. You're just scared." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

“Are you okay?” Taking his head in my hands, I lifted his head to look at me. There was some blood coming out of his mouth and I could see that he was struggling to focus on my face. Cursing, I watched as Niru and him flicked between each other before it fell back on his brown eyes. “I’m…fine…no big deal.” Ethan tried to stand but his legs started to fall under him. I snuck under his left arm and held him up from falling. Biting my lip for a second, I decided the best course would be to probably take him into the living room.

Ethan asks; "What then?" "Well, I did want anyone would do. I got the hell out of there as I am contaminating the samples." Ethan shakes his head and says; "He just fell into an old tomb, hurt himself. But all he cares about is the contamination. What a freak this guy is." I continue saying;

I shout. Ethan looks at me, eyes narrowing dangerously. Minho scrambles to finish. “I—I just needed her to press this.” I lean forward to press the key. Ethan steps closer. Too close. So close the back of my blazer brushes his suit. Minho squeaks. I squeak. Ethan does not squeak because he is emotionally constipated. I press enter. Minho says, “All fixed! You’re good to—” “Great,” Ethan interrupts, grabbing my hand—MY HAND—like this is a historical palace drama, “She’s done.”

I only hoped going back home didn’t pull reality back on us, or else I wouldn’t know how to escape it this time. “I see a fuel station ahead,” Ethan cut the silence after a whole hour. “I’m stopping.” “Huh?” I turned to him briefly and then looked ahead at what he was referring to. “What for? You don’t need fuel…” He chuckled. “So you won’t even speak up?” “What do you mean?” He rolled his eyes. “Your legs have been driving me crazy for the past thirty minutes. Do you think bouncing them can keep your bladder shut till we get home?”