Lab Rats Ethan Novels & Stories

“And according to these financial records I got from Finn, Rhea's family paid for the research with a bit from your family too and some money from some off shore account too.” I felt the walls of the room closing in on me. Everything I knew to be true was turning out to be a lie. “And Kieran,” Dax calls his eyes locking into mine with a terrifying fear in them. “Ethan might not be the only wolf who's been poisoned.” “They might have been testing this on people in here, Ethan showed symptoms because of the torture you carried out on him, with the neural rods.” Dax grinds out. “What are the symptoms on Ethan?” Ronan murmurs sleepily, slowly waking up.

Gran huffed. Ethan laughed and patted his stomach over the white t-shirt. "I will always pick Gran's food over these abs. So spoil me as much as you can beautiful lady!" Ethan said to Gran and both of them fist-bumped dismissing me. Duh! All right. "I didn't know you care so much about my abs. Be honest, do you want to see them?" Ethan winked. Of course, I wanted to see them but that doesn't mean I would admit it aloud.

, Riley says smiling brightly. I don't want popularity. But I think I'm already so popular in school by now. " Okay I'll think about it.", I nod. I want to go back inside the lab as soon as possible. Cause Ethan is staring at us really suspiciously. I can't handle him getting angry and upset once again. As soon as the girls nod to me, I turn around and walk back inside the lab, joining Andrea in recording the results from our titration. " Who were those girls ?", Ethan asks me as soon as I walk out of the lab after the bell rings. He was waiting for me at the doors.

she said, gesturing toward the opened door. Ethan let out a quiet sigh, and Ms. Keller noticed it immediately. "Do you have somewhere else to be?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "No, ma'am," Ethan said hastily. "Good. Blake is already inside," she said, holding the door open for him. Ethan stepped inside the science laboratory. The room smelled of chemicals and dust, several tables were pushed against the walls leaving an empty space in the middle. Boxes with equipment were piled up beside the cabinets, and a projector was placed on one of the desks near the whiteboard.

"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?"

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.”

A small pang of guilt hit me, she looked disappointed, and it wasn't hard to notice. Still, this was lab time, and I had to focus. "Alright," I said softly, picking up my notebook. "Let's start." Ethan began transferring the soil sample into the sterile container. His hands were steady, precise. "Make sure to label that one as sample A," he said. "Got it," I replied, writing down the time and date. Then he leaned slightly closer, eyes still fixed on the Petri dish. "We'll inoculate the bacteria after mixing it with the nutrient solution. Remember the dilution rate?"

They were inside the laboratory. Ethan had put on his hazmat suit and mask. He asked Ashton's people to prepare all the materials and apparatus on the laboratory table. He arranged everything into a row and began to work. The gas mask covered his face. However, his actions seemed focused. Every step he made was orderly and clean. It was as if he had done this a hundred times. The measurement tools were a waste of money in his eyes. Ethan had inherited his mother's talents. He was a natural chemical genius and had shocked many outstanding professors with his talents.