Ethel From Shameless Novels & Stories

“Lucas, you are insane. I will never choose you over Ethan, and I will never have anything to do with you again,” Ethel said through gritted teeth. Lucas was furious. “Then you leave me no choice,” he yelled and pulled the towel from her. She ran to seek cover in the closet, but he caught her and pulled her to his chest. Ethel felt ashamed and furious as her naked body pressed against his. She tried to free herself, but he was stronger and also drunk.

"But he has clearly betrayed you. Can you accept that?" Ethel lowered her head in distress. "I don't know. I never thought about divorcing him." Elliot was incredulous. "What's there to hold onto with a man like him?" Compared to Elliot's frustration, Sophia seemed more composed. She asked, "What's the other woman’s name?" Ethel replied, "I don't know her name, but I believe she’s an internet celebrity and is quite attractive." Elliot felt disdain. Ethel seemed out of touch, not even knowing these details.

Hesitating, she raises her hand and shakes mine. "I am Ethel Everdeen, em - I am a witch from Blood Moon Pack," she introduces herself, and I can hear the nervousness in her voice. "It's nice to meet you, Ethel. I hope we can be the best of friends?" I ask, shaking her hand and letting go of it gently. Her smile suddenly widens at my words, "Yes, of course, ma'am." I raise my eyebrow at her, "Ma'am?" "The Alpha won't be pleased if he finds out that -"

“Elise. She’s… she’s really something, isn’t she?” Ethel felt a familiar, complex twist in her gut—a mixture of affection, protectiveness, and a tiny, persistent thorn of… not jealousy, but something adjacent to it. The feeling of living in a shadow, even a beloved one. “She is,” Ethel said neutrally. “No, I mean it,” Jake insisted, his words slightly slurred by the lingering high and the intensity of his feeling. “I’ve never met anyone like her. She’s so… vibrant. So full of life. It’s like she refuses to let this world dim her. When she plays her guitar… it’s not just music. It’s a rebellion. It’s her saying ‘fuck you’ to all the darkness. And her laugh… God, her laugh. It’s like… I don’t

Princess Scarlette rolls her eyes before getting called once again. “The Royal Princess Scarlette!” Princess Scarlette walks down with a stink eye and serious face that made the cameramen not take any pictures of her since she has said how much she despised the flashes of camera on her face. “Miss Clara of the Revington House!” “Oh my dear. It is now my turn.”

the more he spoke the more his voice seemed like mumbling and he was tapping his fingers on the counter drinking out of his glass more with his eyes than his lips. Pascal friend as if he was going in and out of his head and then he asked him whether he had been seeing the new articles about him and Agnes it will no longer be a wonderful prince charming man that had rescued a Cinderella, rather it was a fool that was been in played by a manipulative b*tch. "Just ignore all that soon enough people find something else to talk about and b then tell about and by then Ethan Moore would have fallen down to his knees..." Unknowingly to him Ethan was already on his knees at that moment and his tongue

As she moved closer to Ethan, her arms intertwining with his, Camila's heart sank further. Ethan mustered a polite response, acknowledging Nathalie's chosen path. "That's quite an impressive career choice," he replied, his tone polite but guarded. Nathalie, eager to engage Ethan, probed further. "Have you seen me on TV?" she asked a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. Ethan, honest but detached, confessed that he had been too preoccupied with work and had little time for television, except for financial news. Camila's heart shattered as she observed Nathalie's possessive hold on Ethan, his passive compliance amplifying her sense of heartbreak and exclusion.

I smirked, imagining the lady before me as Isis. I knew I was supposed to be shameful about it, but I couldn't blame myself either. Knowing fully well that I wasn't always this way, I couldn't blame myself, but ever since I caught Lizeth cheating, and after everything she had said to me right after, sex with virtually anybody had been my go-to act to take things off my mind. "Here," Rachel said when she got to me and began to rub my hair with her left hand, her right hand stroking my chest.

“Oh? What do you think?” “First, Helena couldn’t accept that I broke her and used Ethan to make me jealous. A rebound guy.” I wanted to laugh since Ethan was much better than Kenneth in everything. But instead, I coughed and covered my mouth to conceal my almost-escaping laugh. “Sorry.” I coughed a few times. “And the second?” “Because he bewitched her.” This time, I couldn’t help it. First, a burst of laughter formed, and then I laughed aloud. “I’m truly sorry, but you said nonsense.”

I didn’t know what broke me more: the fact that it was Vera sitting there, smug and victorious; the expression of cruel satisfaction painted across her face as I cried; or the cold, detached glances Ethan shot me, like my pain was nothing but a mild inconvenience. “Look, Gilda,” Ethan finally spoke, and I stared, hanging on to every word as though he might still salvage himself. “Check yourself out… from head to toe.” His eyes raked over me, filled with disgust and disdain. I looked down at myself. A plain red dress, loose-fitting and modest. Nothing like the bum shorts and crop top Vera had tossed carelessly on the floor. But wasn’t this who he said he wanted? A decent girl. He had mocked w