Lab Rats Ethan Novels & Stories

After a few minutes, his assistant came back. "At the lab doing a DNA test," "Where is it?" Ethan asked. He wasn't sure how Cecy was after everything had escalated. But he knew one thing and that was to prove to her that he was there for her when everyone was against her. After Mrs. Smith's interview, everything escalated again there were a lot of negative comments online. Ethan knocked on the door, drawing the attention of Sandy and Cecy inside. "Who is that? Who dares to knock on a lab door?" Sandy spoke as she walked to check it out.

His voice was low and terrifyingly indifferent. Gasps filled the hall. Ethan’s father turned deathly pale, sweat already beading on his forehead. “Mr. Sebastian , please forgive us,” his father stammered, bowing slightly. “There was a sudden… family matter. My younger son Ethan is actually a better match for you. His pheromone compatibility tests are higher and he’s more obedient…” Lucas raised one hand, instantly silencing the older man. His eyes never left Ethan’s. “Name,” he commanded.

Ethan I walked back and forth along the edge of the laboratory, my hands clasped behind my back, observing Dr. Elio as he eagerly mixed chemicals in their respective bottles. The laboratory was crowded with machines and wires, and a strong, awful smell from the chemicals made my stomach churn in discomfort. My gaze scanned the rows of countless steel cages, where wolves, once free and proud, were now confined under their captor's cruel gaze.

"A dangerous mind. My wolf is finding it increasingly difficult to remember that you were ever meant to be a quiet handmaid." They reached the massive, locked iron gate at the back of the Royal Laboratories. The pristine, empty workstations she had toured earlier stood quiet under the dim moonlight filtering through the high ventilation shafts. Ethan stopped in front of the gate, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a heavy, intricately carved silver key.

"But not the way you want it to." "Don't kill her yet!" Ethan shouted, charging through the reinforced steel doors. He skidded to a halt, his claws retracting as he took in the carnage. "We need to know who bankrolled this lab. The Cains didn't have the tech to graft celestial DNA onto a human frame. This is high-level shit, Madison. Look at the logos on the server racks."

" He slurs, standing up with a little bit of a wobble. I think Drunken Eth is my favorite Ethan. He is so honest and playful, and I love it. "Let's go and get these two before they start taking more body shots." Eth laughs, leading me through the crowd of people.

I smiled innocently when one of them collided with me. "Thank you," I whispered, as if I hadn't given it a thought to begin with. Their backs were to me, so I turned the vial and let the pale blue liquid flow into Ethan's glass. It swirled for a second before it dissolved into the wine, completely concealed. It only took a few drops. I palmed the empty vial just as he came in and opened the door. Ethan looked… tired. His shoulders were tense, eyes shadowed. The strain of being alpha, of

At the lab, they took a sample of Ethan’s blood and asked them to come back in twenty-four hours for the result. Time seemed to move slowly, the twenty-four hours became the longest twenty-four hours Ruby had ever experienced. When it was time to get the result, Naomi decided to follow her for support. Immediately they got to the paediatric ward, they were ushered into the Doctor’s office. He held a paper that seemed to be Ethan’s lab result. After studying it for what seemed like ages, he finally spoke “According to the test carried out, Ethan has some abnormalities in his blood cell count.

I'd known it was huge, but the stacks at least as tall as I was of gnarly sheetrock boggled my mind. Ethan had gone to so much trouble to make this a rat's maze. As soon as I thought it, I understood. He was a doctor, experimenting with pain and the mind. Why wouldn't he use a rat's maze? In the end, I'd become the rat. I shuddered and kept walking until we made it to the base of the catwalk stairs where the rest of the Amatucci family was waiting. I didn't see Ryker's big form. I spun in a circle, looked for him.

Ethan was wearing his white coat, and Zane was naked, his tattoos glowing in the red light. "We have a plan for you, Lily," Ethan said. His voice was very soft. "I want to see how your body reacts to being stretched while you cannot move. I want to study your pleasure like a map." "And I want to paint that map with my cock," Zane growled.