Lab Rats Ethan Novels & Stories

Tanya’s POV It had been almost a week since I saw him and I missed him terribly, my whole being yearned for him almost as if the other part of me was with him but wait it was. In order not to allow him to cloud my thoughts and make myself more miserable, I swamped myself with work at the lab. I began mixing the chemicals I took from Ethan. I tried to be as careful as I could because they were dangerous. It took me the whole day to be able to decipher when to add which. I heard footsteps approaching and I gasped, no one was supposed to be there.

It should be her! She ascended the stairs hurriedly. Considering that Chris was still upstairs, Ethan didn't dare to take action. Otherwise, both of them might not be able to get out of here alive. Secretly, Ethan entered the laboratory. He could tell that they'd recently moved in at a last-minute notice. The simple laboratory wasn't completely equipped. There were some bottles, jars, and reports placed on the table. Elated with his findings, he quickly made a copy of the reports. While he was copying them, he noticed a bottle of medicine.

Everyone nodded to her and started going to pick beakers and test tubes. " Nate..you go get HCl and two test tubes. I'll prepare the burette.", Andrea told giving me a small beaker. I nodded to her and went to grab the acid from the rack first. I could feel Ethan's eyes on me as I poured the HCl into my beaker. And he didn't takes his eyes off of me as I went to get the test tubes from the opposite shelf. I don't know why, but he is acting quite strange. I rolled my eyes at him as I turned around with the test tubes and walked to Andrea. " What ?", he mouthed at me, clicking his tongue on his cheeks and then averted his attention to my lab partner, crossing his arms over his chest with great

“That includes your tongue and your brain. Hopefully, it will loosen it up so you can tell me everything I need..” “Now, where were we?” Ethan closed his eyes, acting like he was thinking about what he would do next… “Ahhh, I know… Here in this playroom, I don’t want a stinky pig… So, you need to wash up.” Ethan looked at Max in disgust. Seeing his face made him want to puke. ‘I wonder how the girls can muster the courage to sleep with someone as filthy and as ugly as him.’’ “Now that you’re clean… Let’s get to the point… I have a few questions you need to answer.” He splashed him with water to make him more conductive to electricity.

I said, voice sharp and cold, “who can tell me the product when ethanoyl chloride reacts with ammonia?” Nobody moved. Hands stayed down. I let the silence drag, then locked eyes on Jack. “Mr. Reynolds.” He didn’t flinch. Slowly lowered his phone, met my stare across the room with this calm, almost amused look, and answered in that deep, lazy voice, “Ethanamide. HCl gas evolves. Want the full mechanism, Professor?” He was right. Perfect. And the way he said it, like he was teasing me, made heat flood between my legs. My cunt throbbed once, hard.

"Gotcha." "And this one's mine," Ethan passed over his own hair sample, stressing the importance. "It has to be a secret." "Ethan, when did you start nagging so much? I'll do it personally. I will head to the lab now, and have results in three hours, okay?" Mitchell looked exasperated. "Is your lab up to standards?" Ethan was on guard. "Are you paranoid or something?" Mitchell was taken aback. "What's so special about this kid?"

Mr Kim nodded asserting his just opinion once again Ethan stretched out his hand and brought the first substance sample a bit close to his nostrils, it smelt like nothing and he did not feel his body react to it at all but then he picked up the sachet containing it's own different sample, he tried repeating the previous process but this time, immediately he brought it close to his nostrils, he felt a strong scent coming from the sachet and quickly he dropped it back on the table followed by sneezes, Ethan sneezed continuosly for almost 2 mins before he felt his body ease a little from the reaction. After a while of contemplative thoughts, he carried out his decision as he swiftly picked up h

He held his breath and took a little step closer to him and right then, Ethan let out that shrill, scream again, throwing his head back to show the veins standing out on his neck. Ethan's limbs began tk spasm and his entire body arched off the table. As he convulsed, white foam spilled from his mouth in bubbling gushes, spilling down both sides of his face into the metal. This was exactly how the previous zoned Alpha and even the animal-wolf test subjects had reacted so Zane remained very calm, more excited than he'd ever been in his life. But as he continued to record mental notes and compare, the foam erupting from the convulsing Ethan began to turn pink...until finally red.

Not when we were so close to understanding the full potential of the neural regeneration technology. "You should rest," Ethan's voice carried that mixture of concern and admiration that still made my heart flutter, even after everything we'd been through. He approached from the auxiliary lab, his tailored shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms marked with subtle scars from countless hours of experimental work. "Though watching you revolutionize medical science while wearing my favorite lab coat is remarkably... distracting."

“Keep watch by the door. If anyone comes, stall them.” Lola followed him, her pulse racing. “You really think he’s doing all this from here?” “I know he is,” Ethan replied. “The Observer needs bandwidth. And this lab is the only place on campus that can handle that much data upload.” He started typing, the screen reflecting in his eyes. Lines of code and server logs flashed rapidly. Lola watched as he dug deeper, bypassing system locks like muscle memory. Caleb paced by the door, glancing at his watch every few seconds. “Thirty eight minutes.”