Ethan Cutkosky Dead Novels & Stories

"You know Collins Parker. He’s the one who held the scalpel. He’s the reason I can walk, let alone skate." Ethan sat frozen. Collins Parker! The man he’d dismissed as a socialite, a mere student who had walked away from medicine. How could he have been capable of a miracle like Charles Whitaker’s recovery? "Collins made it a condition that his name stay off the records. He insisted the fees go to the Professor’s estate," Charles added. "He doesn't want the spotlight, Ethan. I feel for your sister, truly, but I’m asking you as one Alpha to another—don't hunt him."

Inside, I grabbed a fresh towel, wiping sweat from my chest, my eyes locking on Marco as I leaned against my desk, the weight of his urgency pressing on me. “Talk,” I said, my voice a low snarl, my patience thin. He swallowed, his hands fidgeting, his voice steady but tense. “It’s Ethan, boss. Last week while you were in Italy, he got ambushed at a workstation in D.C. while working a case. He lost four of his team mates but he survived barely.” I raised an eyebrow in utter confusion. “And just yesterday he was involved in a car accident in D.C,” Marco continued, his voice cracking. “The accident claimed the life of the guy he was with—Agent Reynolds—and Ethan’s still unconscious in the hospi

' Kristen couldn't persuade Xenos, so she was driven to the private lounge. Perhaps because she was too tired, Kristen fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed. When she woke up, it was already dark outside, but her mobile phone kept vibrating. Kristen reached for her phone and answered it. 'Anna, what's wrong?' Anna saw that Kristen finally picked up the phone, and said in a very anxious tone, 'Bad news, Sis, something happened in the company.' Kristen's heart skipped a beat. She quickly logged onto the website and scrolled to the news page. The headline was 'The President of TNK Group, Ethan Wharton has Passed Away'.

He stomped on my left hand. He aimed for my pinky finger. The crack of bone was sharp and clean. "Ah!" My scream cut through the air. "That's for disrespecting the dead," Ethan sneered. I bit my lip, fighting through the pain, and lifted my head. "Ethan… do you have any idea what's happening down there?" "What's happening?" "Because you cut the power. Because you cut the comms," my voice was hoarse. "People are dying in the dark down there. Right now."

“Then let’s go deal with the body.” Pushing to his feet, he winces. “Damn. That fucking hurts.” He lifts his hand and touches my artistry sewn into his flesh. A whistle leaves his lips. “Hoo, baby, I thought I was a goner there for a minute. But, damn, that was fun.” I place the medical supplies back in the canvas kit and shove it back in the cupboard where we keep it. “We’re going to have to wash all this shit,” Ethan says, moving right past the mess. “After we deal with the dead guy.”

No way for me to soften the words that continue to hold his gaze. Edward Carolson: Dead at 58.

Scarlett “I'm sorry I didn't tell you from the beginning,“ Pete said, his voice heavy with regret. “When Ethan asked me to help him acquire the poison, I didn't question it. My clients pay for discretion, not curiosity. I supplied what he requested and left it at that. It wasn't until later that I learned Alistair Gance died shortly afterward.“

"By letting everyone believe Ethan Cole died because of personal issues while you knew someone followed him out of that arena? You brought me here on a scholarship knowing my name was tied to a murdered player!" Coach looked at me, his eyes wide with a desperate mix of guilt and sorrow. "I didn't know Ethan was going to die, Carter! I swear to God, I didn't know! I was told to open the back access corridor so Marcus could settle a private matter regarding point shaving and illegal bets. Ethan had threatened to go to the board about what Westbrook and our athletic department were doing. When Marcus died six months ago, I thought it was over. I thought whatever darkness was hanging over the pr

Deanna pouted. With a curt nod, Ethan dismissed any further pleasantries. It was time to get to work. "Alright," Ethan said, his tone shifting to a more serious one. "What's the update?" Deanna cleared her throat and began to explain. "We've been looking into the omega who gave Kasia the spiked water. Unfortunately, we found her body in a dumpster. There were bruises around her neck; it was clearly homicide." Ethan's jaw tightened at the news, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior. He knew that Kasia was a target because of her association with him, but he hadn't expected things to escalate so quickly.

Her heart skipped a beat as it dawned on her why Ethan Hollingsworth was there to see her,he with the same eyes as his mother. “Of course Mr Hollingsworth,please come in.” Ethan followed her into the livingroom,his eyes taking in the tasteful decor. “Please,have a seat Mr Hollingsworth,”she motioned. “Thank you,please call me Ethan.” “Beth,pleased to meet you.” Only then did she notice he was carrying a small box.Probably some last minute shopping before coming to see her. “My mother has passed on,”he announced.”The cancer finally beat the old girl.”