Run Sweetheart Run Ethan True Form Novels & Stories

“Nice taste as usual, Emily.” Emily smiled in satisfaction, fondling her breasts. “Still as good as ever too, Ethan.” He stood up, his cock was dangling between his thighs with the red tip leaking. Without bothering to cover up, he turned towards me, his hands on his hips. Ethan was an unfamiliar and handsome young boy that should be in his early twenties. There was cum all over his chin and lips. His lustful and dark eyes fell on me as he sized me up. “It seems you are no different from your mother, are you? I bet you imagined you were the one getting fucked.”

s‌h‍e s⁠aid as I look at her worried sick “They’re runni‌n⁠g tests​.” A voice I hadn’t⁠ heard i⁠n three years‍ said‌ m‍y name as i heaved out a sigh of relief, like it still belonged​ to h⁠im. Ethan Carter‍, my colle⁠ge sweetheart,⁠ my first love and almost-foreve​r. He stood there holding two coffees like no time had passed. He smiled ‌ tha​t‌ same quiet, devastating smile. My chest squeezed with​ mem‌orie⁠s I didn’t invi‌te.

He gently tucked the runaway strands of hair behind her ear and looked into her eyes. “Thanks for a great night,” Ethan said. “There's nobody else I would rather be with right now.” “I should be thanking you,” she said. “The fact that you'd set all of this up for me just blows my mind. The dinner, the private chef, the plane tickets, this gorgeous cabin with the incredible view of Denver. It's like a dream.”

" Ethan pressed his lips together in a line and thought for a moment, he was already there, this was the time, the place and he was going to do what he had to do to fulfill his goal. "What if something happened between me and Edan?" Or between me and my brother? Ethan asked seriously. “What? What are you saying, Ethan? Angelica folded her arms, the tone of her son's voice seemed insolent to her. "Doesn't that sound familiar, Mom?" Well, I'll be clear, I know the truth, I know that Edan is adopted. Angelica opened her eyes in surprise for a few seconds, just for a few seconds and again, she tried to show her usual mask of calm and indifference, but it was too late, Ethan had noticed.

Lucas Saville smirked, leaning back casually. "Well, if it isn’t Young Boss. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan Luciano chuckled, his tone careless. "Looks all sweet and innocent, but in bed? She’s a total freak in the sheets." Lucas’s eyes glinted. "So should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan frowned, shaking his head. "Future sister-in-law? Nah. She’s just practice. I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up."

my mother asked. “She is my maid. Ethan took me to his villa once, and Ernie told me she was my maid.” I shrugged. “Well, for sure, Ethan is a rich guy. Also, he is a leader in his community. I met someone, Red Sutton. Ethan introduced him as his man and his best friend. Red called Ethan ‘Alpha’.” My mother nodded. “But, has Ethan asked you to do unusual things?” “Like what?” “Like drinking blood, stabbing someone with a knife, or anything else?”

“God, yes. I love cherries.” Reagan laughed. “That’s kind of evident in the number of cherry suckers you eat in a day.” “I mean the other kind of cherry.” Reagan’s brow furrowed. “Ethan’s never been penetrated,” Trey clarified. “He’s a virgin.” Reagan’s eyes widened. “But I thought…” “He has always topped.” She glanced at Ethan. “We can’t force him. That would be wrong.” Trey grinned at her crookedly and said quietly, “Release me and we won’t have to. I’ll have him begging for it in no time.”

The stunned audience was proof that she wasn't the only woman interested in the answers. - "I discovered that running wasn't a vocation, it was just one of my passions. Now I'm taking over some family business, you know" Ethan's voice was like the awakening of a powerful engine inside a sports car. There was no calm or smoothness, every moment there seemed to be a warning of danger. Blair paid attention to each of those words. Spencer was right when he said that this family had secrets, as danger exuded in Ethan's eyes. It was as if he were a predator, always ready to take a victim.

‎ ‎Lauren exhaled slowly, still processing, her mind racing with the possibilities—and the danger—that now seemed to sit just a few feet away in the man who had always been impossible to forget. Preston studied her carefully. “Are you ready to work with Ethan Whitmore? You look too shaken up around him.” She gasped. “Shaken? Of course not.” “Then let’s keep things professional,” he said, watching her leave. A sly smile spread across his face. I brought your husband here to find out if you can still find true love in someone else even with him being around . *** Ethan was running on the treadmill, headphones on, when the machine suddenly stopped.

Third POV * * * "Hey, you into sweets?" Ethan inquired, his tone smooth as he reached into the backseat of his car, fingers sliding across several boxes of assorted candies and chocolates. Abigail declined his offering with a gentle shake of her head, her lips pressed into a thin line. Ethan felt a bit hurt, his face shifting into a scowl, only to be replaced by a quick smile, an attempt to hide his disappointment. "I was kinda hoping you'd try some. You look like you could use a sugar rush." Ethan said before bringing the car back to life, the engine purred and the car moved slowly on the streets.