Ethan Cutkosky 2024 Novels & Stories

Ethan prepared his recorder he needed for interviewing and approaches Allen first. "Good day Mr. Allen Kye Collymore, I'm Ethan Rhy Verlice, a news writer from EBK." Ethan introduced as he showed him his I.D. Allen rise an eyebrow before nodding in confirmation, knowing he's the guy who's with Primo in the convenience store last night.

" Ethan was startled, and in his shock, he almost stabbed himself in the thigh with the scissors. He knew his abilities, even though he had seven doctoral degrees, a post-doctorate diploma, and even the number one expert title from the American Academy of Sciences, none of these were obtained through his efforts but were all bought by Betty at a great cost. "Mom - oh, President, I can't do it!" Ethan panicked and whispered in Betty's ear, wishing to bite her ear off. "Welcome, Little Mr. Frost, to give a speech!" Betty seemed to have not heard Ethan's words; she clapped her hands and smiled at Ethan. "What did I say?" Ethan looked at Betty in confusion, not understanding why she did this to

Just then, a commotion sounded from outside the hospital room. A group of reporters carrying cameras burst in, instantly crowding the room. Leading them was Portia Wynn, a reporter I'd seen on the local TV channel before. "Hello, I'm Portia Wynn, a reporter with the local news channel. May I ask which one of you is Ethan Walker?" Everyone turned to look at me. I sighed and stood up. "I am." Portia excitedly signaled the cameraman to start filming. "Ethan Walker, first of all, congratulations on becoming the state's top scorer in this year's SAT. But we heard that you're giving up Easton University and Northbridge University for Seabrook Technical College. Is that true?"

"Well, I think it's a little late for that, Dad. Ethan's pretty special, like I said. We spend a lot of time together. He really listens to me and I feel truly...happy with him. He understands me." Dad got quiet for a minute. I think he was shocked to hear me talk about a man like I really cared. And I shouldn't have been too surprised either. Ethan was the first in a long line of firsts with me. "What is this Ethan's last name and what does he do for a living?" "Blackstone. He's thirty-two and he owns a private security company. He's so paranoid he has me assigned to a driver so I won't take the Tube to get around.

The friction felt dirty and good. Then the groups mixed again and that is when he walked over. Tall guy with messy athletic hair that looked like he just rolled out of bed after fucking someone senseless. Warm brown eyes locked on me and a confident smile that made my stomach flip. Lean build from soccer I guessed the way his shirt stretched across his chest. Ethan. “Alright who is up next,” he said, sliding into our circle easily. His voice had this deep rumble that hit me straight between the legs. “I’m Ethan, sophomore soccer team. Fun fact I once scored a goal with a broken toe and still partied after.”

"That's because he's out of Ashvale right now. When he gets back this weekend, I'll take you to meet him." Having stalled Hayden for the moment, I immediately called my younger cousin, Ethan Keaton, who went to college in Kingsley City. "Ethan, I need emergency backup, fast!"

Ethan sat relaxed in the back seat of his black 2023 Prado while his personal assistant, Peter Stroke, read out the information he'd requested earlier. The air inside the car was tense as Peter began, "Her name is Sasha Brooks. She has a younger brother, Chris Brooks, who's been in a coma for six months after an accident." Ethan's jaw tightened, but he stayed silent.

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.”

He looked at Julian Blackwood, then at the five older members sitting silently around the black marble table. Slowly, a dark, dangerous smirk touched Ethan’s lips. "You brought me across the Atlantic Ocean to ask me to pull a trigger?" Ethan mocked, his voice laced with heavy, arrogant disdain. "I am a CEO, Julian. I build quantum mainframes. I don't do wet-work for European ghosts." Julian set his wine glass down, unbothered by Ethan’s tone. He leaned his hands on the marble table.

But a loud, distinct purr of a motorcycle engine made me look up. ​Ethan Grey was idling near the edge of the lot. He had a remarkably handsome, soft-featured face that made him look like he belonged in a classic coming-of-age movie, with a sharp, elegant nose, a faint dimple on his left cheek when he smiled, and a warm, clear complexion. His soft, tousled dark curls spilled out from beneath a sleek black helmet, and his warm, hazel-brown eyes crinkled with an immediate, welcoming smile when he saw me. He wore a rugged vintage denim jacket over a faded black tee, with tight dark jeans and sturdy leather boots. He kicked down the kickstand and held out a spare helmet. ​"Hey," Ethan called out