Ethan Cutkosky Dead Novels & Stories

“Wouldn’t want to miss out on your payment.” I give him my most ‘go to hell’ stare. “It seems reasonable if I’m knocked up with a baby I wasn’t planning on otherwise.” Ansel looks down at his desk. His lips are pursued, like he’s biting his tongue. I tuck the folder under my arm. “Ethan is dead.” He doesn’t react at all. “I know,” he says. “Your men obviously chased him down to the point that he lost control of his vehicle and plowed through a guardrail.” The emotion of it catches me again. I try not to start crying.

Even if I roared at him, it would be fine. However, the voice from the crystal was as cold as an ice blade, completely severing his last hope. "Honorable Elder, if you are reporting a death, you can send the obituary to my mailbox. I'll send a bouquet of white flowers." "As for meeting, there's no need. I don't want to dirty my eyes, nor do I want to smell that stench of betrayal." Beep— Beep— The connection was cut. Ethan collapsed to the floor. The light of the wolf in his eyes extinguished completely in that instant.

"I'm sorry, Ms. McKenna. I truly didn't mean to hit that elderly man. I hope Ethan's five hundred thousand dollars can bring you some comfort." "By the way, how is that elderly gentleman doing?" "Not very well." I looked at Ethan. "He's dead." A collective gasp swept through the crowd. I stared into Ethan's widened eyes as he took a step backward in shock. "I think it's far more important that you go to the hospital and look at the body than this engagement party." "He's dead? How is that possible?!" However, Mia's sudden breakdown immediately drew all of his attention. "I barely touched him. How could he have been so frail that he died? I'm sorry, Ethan! I didn't mean to!"

They were killing him. Ethan had ninety days to live.

Jacob Astor loosed a signed contract with Ethan on June 12, Lucas also loosed a contract or was suppose to sign a contract with Ethan on that same June 12. My life is suddenly becoming an opera. I've been seating on this chair for an hour now, trying to come up with ways that this all ties to Ethan's death. If I could blame or suspect Jacob for Ethan's death, then I suppose I can do the same to Lucas. No one is to be trusted. Besides, he popped out of nowhere to help me. How sure am I that this isn't some kind of sick game he's playing with me.

I checked and saw only Ethan walk in. I came out of the room curious and saw him pick up Violet’s key. Ethan looked sad, and I wanted to ask him what was wrong with him, but I couldn’t. His phone rang, and he picked it up. I heard him say Lucas's name and realized it was Lucas. “he is dead,” Ethan said on the call I almost screamed out of shock, “Why did his father have to die now?” I thought I was about to approach him when he turned his back and left. It clicked to me that he would be weak and vulnerable right now.

“Ethan didn’t just buy the rights. He authorized liquidation of your father’s estate three days after the funeral. He didn’t save you from poverty. He created it so he could be the one to rescue you.” “That son of a bitch,” Kai breathed. The front lounge door swung open. We jumped, nearly tipping the laptop. Ethan stood there, calm, crisp in white. “You two look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said, voice a smooth, terrifying purr. “Everything alright with Charleston prep? Anya, you look flushed.” “Just a heated debate about the encore,” I said, shutting the laptop. “Kai thinks he can play Chopin with a wrist that’s still sore. I told him he’s being a prima donna.”

Ethan frowned heavily at the sight, but he still performed a routine examination of me and my pup's vitals out of occupational habit. The cloying stench of blood hit Toby with such force that he instinctively recoiled, his hand flying to his nose. The oppressive heat had already begun its grim work, accelerating the decay of our corpses. He stood outside the basement, refusing to take another step inside. "What the heck is Joyce doing? She's stunk up the whole basement!" he complained. Barney lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, and simply glanced at Ethan from time to time. Ethan took off his gloves with a solemn expression on his face. "It's confirmed that Luna Joyce and her pup a

my secretary said, entering my office. "Who is it?" "Elder Marcus from the council." I took the phone. "Marcus, what is it?" "Ivana, I have some news for you," he said, his voice heavy. "It's about Ethan." My hand tightened slightly on the phone, but my voice remained steady. "What about him?" "He's dead," Marcus sighed. "They found him last night. In the old factory district. They say he was killed fighting another group of rogues over territory."

No, you didn't, because you were too buried in work. "Did you know? He's always been the biggest financial supporter your company has ever had. Without him, what makes you think you'd be the respected Ms. Hades you are today?" The truth seemed to drain all her strength. She slid down against my gravestone, while Ethan wiped a tear from his eye. All I could do was watch as the two people I loved most broke down in sorrow. Ethan choked out, "Lucas used to care about his appearance so much, but at the end of his life, he was all skin and bones. All his thick hair was gone, he threw up everything he ate, and he never slept through the night.