Ethan Cutkosky 2024 Novels & Stories

"I am Ethan Ring. Twenty-three years old, but turning 24 this year, on the 14th of February. I studied here in my 1st semester as well. That's all," Ethan said as he sat down, still not taking his eyes off of Chad, who had been grinning.

My memory recalls the digital course schedule perfectly, and the file stated that tonight’s head hockey lecturer was supposed to be an old elite coach named Justin Meyers. "Your boots are occupying the exact correct spatial coordinates, Collins Parker," Ethan Carter says in a deep boom. His massive frame strides straight down from the elevated stage, his thick claws reaching out to yank the heavy handle of my pink suitcase clean out of my grip. His mouth adds, "Coach Justin Meyers’s system isn't feeling well on the ice today, so my alpha status is currently substituting for his slot." My jaw drops open, leaving my thoughts completely at a loss for words.

Nolan Cunningham's expression soured, a scowl etching itself across his features, casting a shadow over his countenance. "Ethan is the summit?" His voice dripped with disdain, punctuated by a cold chuckle before he continued, "Given Ethan's current situation, all he has to his name is Starlight Entertainment. If he loses his shares in Stellar Enterprises, the Gu family will kick him out. Relying on just an entertainment company... he's basically got nothing."

“We should be thanking you that you have decided to join us and take down Alpha Killian. Do you know how we have tried our very best to take that man down from that throne, but he's just so stubborn and thinks maybe he knows everything about politics and can always ride us? Well, we have our own plans now, and we know it is going to work out for us. We are more than sure that this time around we will be able to eliminate him.” The person said to me. Even though I tried my best to see if I could recognize the voice, I could not recognize anything, so I just nodded and faked the smile as I looked away and then back. Ethan. He was the only one who was not wearing a mask, which seemed like he wa

Tonight, he’s playing tour guide. “See the tall guy in the blue suit by the bar?” Ben murmurs, bending his head. “That’s Ethan Caldwell. He’s coming over as head of finance. He’s the numbers guy, but the kind who listens before he cuts. You’ll like him.” I follow his gaze. Ethan is laughing at something. I don’t know what to make of him yet. “He looks younger than I expected.”

I glance at Noah and see he’s busy talking to some older couple i decided to excuse myself and head over to where Ethan was. “Ethan? What are you doing here?” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “My dad’s retiring next year. He dragged me along to ‘get familiar with the business world.’” He rolls his eyes. “Apparently charity galas are step one.” I smile, genuinely relieved to see a friendly face. “You clean up nice,” I tease. He blushes a little. “You look… wow. That dress is—” “Don’t finish that sentence if you want to keep your tongue,” a low voice says behind me.

I asked. Lucas sat down. “Share acquisition timelines. Your travel dates. The names of the secondary brokers.” He paused. “And one other thing.” I looked at him. “She passed a photograph,” he said. “Ethan’s school photo. The one you kept framed on your desk.” I sat with that. The office in Chicago. The small silver frame. Ethan at seven, in his school uniform, looking slightly sideways at the camera because the photographer had asked him to smile and Ethan had found the instruction philosophically questionable.

His gaze landed on Ace, relief flashing across his face. “Ethan,” Ace said without looking away from me. Ethan’s eyes flicked to Sophie and Zane, then back to Ace. “Your ten o’clock is here,” he said carefully. Sophie blinked. “Ten o’clock?” Zane frowned. “Wait—” Ethan turned to them politely. “You must be Mr. and Ms. Carter. I’m Ethan Hayes, Mr. Grant’s personal assistant.” The room went dead silent. Sophie’s face drained of color.

It pointed steadily, not east, but at the computer screen. Eliana read the obituary. Ethan James Caldwell, 16, passed away peacefully on November 3rd, surrounded by family, after a courageous battle with leukemia. Ethan was a junior at Westview High School, where he was known for his quiet humor and his love of astronomy. He is survived by his parents, Margaret and Robert Caldwell, and his beloved sister, Clara, 11. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to the pediatric oncology ward at St. Mary's Hospital.

What kind of extraordinary son did Ethan produce? ***