Ethan Cutkosky 2024 Novels & Stories

Once the door closed, Jaden said, “Ethan is really talented. Where did Jessica dig him up from?” “She got him right out of university.” Chris had asked Jessica about Ethan. Ethan was indeed very talented, but he was young and didn’t seem like someone Jessica had poached from another company. Jessica looked at him. “No, when I asked him to come the Cosmos, he hadn’t even graduated yet. He was originally studying Business Management. I met him at a banquet, thought the boy looked nice, and he performed quite well as a team leader.”

“What about you?” Ethan cuts into his steak while answering, “I work in the heart of the pack as a funds manager, but I’m also a Gamma, so I help with security and protection when necessary.” I nod, taking a bite of my pasta. Our conversation is stiff for a while, but soon, we fall into a polite rhythm of taking turns asking questions. “Did you always want to be an assistant?” Ethan questions, looking up from his plate. “Or did you have a dream job that’s different?”

Across from them, Winston College’s players were coming out too. That’s when I saw him. Ethan. He was grinning at me… Wide, familiar, annoyingly cheerful. “Hey, Cass,” he said. Then he looked at Ledger and smirked. Ledger caught on instantly, hiding his surprise well. “You must be Winston's new Center.” Ethan smirked. “Yup. I’m here as a foreign exchange student till the end of the session. Looks like we'll be seeing each other more often.” Ledger's expression remained blank and an uncomfortable silence began to settle in between us. One by one, the players of Winston College filed out.

Stanley West, whose family ran the powerhouse West Energy Group nationwide, six-foot-three, built like a tank, and a straight-up player through and through. Carson Powell, golden boy of a top-tier auto empire, six-foot-three, mixed-race features, steady as they come. When Ethan stepped into view. Kevin shot up from the sofa like a rocket, lunging over to grab his face. "Whoa, you're actually alive? Let me check if this is some plastic surgery imposter." Ethan's brow furrowed, and he snapped Kevin's wrist in a lock, twisting it back hard enough to nearly slam him into the coffee table.

McStanley’s eyes never left me. “You were always one of my brightest,” he said gently. “And though I respect the choices you’ve made, if you ever want to come back—teach a course, finish your research—I’d make space for you tomorrow.” My chest tightened, just a little. I didn’t know if it was sadness or gratitude. Maybe both. “Thank you,” I said. From behind me came the sound of clinking glass. I turned just in time to see Ethan duck behind a pop-up bar, sleeves already rolled, fingers theatrically spinning a cocktail shaker like he was auditioning for a role he’d clearly assigned himself.

Chris POV “What are you doing here?” I heard Ava say as I passed through the open doors to the gray stone balcony. “Ethan,” I said as I joined them. “You are non-Pack and have no right to speak on Pack matters here.” “I was invited to this shindig before you returned with all your fanfare,” Ethan said, and a slight slur in his words and an off-kilter quality to his tuxedo made it clear he’d indulged in the champagne. “I explained to them that I am no longer Acting Beta, but they said they didn’t mind.”

Ethan's knuckles cracked. “Ground that jet.” Marcus nodded. “Already working with the FAA. We may have one shot.” I watched Ethan become the version of himself that made men flinch in boardrooms. Cold. Unshakable. Calculating. But when our eyes met, there was still that boy who used to draw stars on the attic wall. That night, we stood before a camera crew. Ethan wore a charcoal suit. I stood beside him, no makeup, no armor—just truth. The press release aired live.

He said, dropping the glass on a nearby stool. That tone. Alexander’s chest tightened. “What is it?” he asked. Ethan didn’t answer immediately. “I went to Colorado for the investors,” he said slowly. “You know that.” “Yes,” Alexander replied, impatience flickering beneath his eyes. “And while I was there,” Ethan continued, choosing each word like it was a bomb “I saw someone.” Alexander’s jaw clenched. “Ethan, don’t do this.” The suspense wasn't helping. “I saw Rosa.”

"She's been avoiding me," Ethan said as he scratched his nape. We are at their house to help Chelsea for the preparation of our Moving Up. Chelsea is one of the representatives of our student body organization. The group volunteered to work here. Ethan's pertaining to Cheska. I don't know if he likes her or what. Ethan is a type of guy that's very secretive. We can't simply read what's running om his mind. He may always smirk, but those are just his mannerism to hide the real one.

"Since when did you become the moral compass of the locker room?" I lean back, rotating my shoulder. "I just prefer someone with a bit more mileage. Someone who knows the score." "Isn't Kol a sophomore?" Ethan asks, tilting his head. I shot him a warning glare. "He’s twenty, if you’re checking his ID. He’s more than capable of holding his own, believe me. Now shut up and put that burger to use." "Fine, fine." Ethan holds up his hands in surrender. We eat in a heavy silence for a minute, the dull roar of the cafeteria fading into the background. Then, Ethan pipes up again. "You know, I deserve to have someone in my bed, too."