Ethan Cutkosky Dead Novels & Stories

He should be done with Fiona, that itch scratched, and yet it wasn't. What had Ethan said? "What's wrong?" Fiona whispered. Marco kissed her brow. "Couple months ago, a buddy of mine died on the job. Usually what we do isn't all that dangerous, but this job was." "Oh, no. I'm so sorry." "Yeah. Me, too. Sometimes I think about the stupid stuff Ethan would say. He had a saying for everything, and he used to tell me I'd let trouble in through the front door..." ...if it wore a tight skirt.

"I'm fine, Ethan. Let's just have a funeral for my hamster." Ethan nodded, signaling to security. "Clear the room. We're giving her hamster a proper funeral." I just stared at him, numb. "Ethan Carter, are you insane?" The absurdity hit me hard. He was really about to shut down my grandma's funeral—for a hamster?

Azazel sat back on the bed with spread legs raking his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know, boss. But I do have the address of George Lucas. He lives in Normandy. I am sure he would’ve investigated why his daughter- and son-in-law died,” Ethan clicked on the other paper he got from the transportation department. “We surveyed his house, boss, and nothing suspicious. A normal dad in his 60s, white picket-fenced house, much like your next-door human,” Ethan immediately sent the troops to his house to keep an eye out.

The sooner that I could get him to get to the point, the sooner this conversation would be over. “Jack Witman…” Ethan said as his eyes narrowed at me. I knew that he was carefully watching my reaction and reading my body language. It was one of the things that Ethan did best. “I see. So, Hayden did tell you about Jack. Were you surprised?” Ethan asked needlessly. “Yes, I was…” I replied. “Did he tell you how and why Jack died?” Ethan asked without mincing his words. “Yes…” I replied as I bit my lips. Ethan walked over to where I was standing and sat down on a chair. He seemed as relaxed as ever. He gestured for me to take a seat on a chair next to him and I slowly complied.

She asked and I raised my head from my meal, throwing her a displeased look. "Make yourself comfortable." I murmured. I had no idea why she wanted to sit down with someone she had humiliated. "Hey, have you heard Ethan is dead?" The girl said, giving me a worried look and I felt my heart skip and I froze. "What?" Perhaps I had misheard her. "They found his body and that of his three friends dead in an exclusive club. I have no idea why." She said, fiddling with her fingers in anxiety and the chips I had swallowed seemed to actually get stuck in my throat, refusing to be swallowed.

However, now she got information from her friend that the man died in an accident this morning. "He died on the spot, Tabby. With an eighteen-year-old girl. They're drunk." She had just heard those words from Lana, her best friend. She sat slowly on the edge of his bed. Ethan died with a girl. Those words kept ringing in her head. Tabitha didn't know whether to be sad or angry at the news that shook her. Even she was confused, was she surprised by the timing of Ethan's death or because the guy was with a teenage girl?

I shoved it into my pocket. "Noah?" The voice came from the dark behind me. I spun around, my dagger out. Ethan was sitting under a willow tree, his hands outspread. His face was a mask of weeping burns. The white bandage I’d tied over his eyes was already soaked through with yellow fluid and blood. "Is he..." Ethan’s voice trailed off. "He's dead, Ethan." "Did he tell them?" "No." I stood up, wiping my hands on my leather trousers. "He died with my name on his lips. But he told them we died in the fire."

Derek looked at his own, noting the device was now cracked beyond any use, practically in two distinct pieces. Declan answered his phone swiftly. Derek watched his Beta listen to whatever was being conveyed from the other end and saw the colour drain from his face. The Beta’s entire posture stiffened, shoulders locking into place as though bracing for impact, his eyes flicking to Derek with a mixture of dread and duty. “Say it,” Derek said quietly, though the words felt like they were being dragged from somewhere deep and unwilling. Declan swallowed hard. “Alpha… that was Marcus. He couldn’t reach you, but… Ethan is dead.”

I have totally forgotten that she was raised in the streets, just like her brother. “What’s the other unpleasant news?” I asked. Ethan looked at me in shock. Maybe he was expecting me to give him some sort of explanations, but I am definitely not doing that. “Anyway,” he said when I maintained a straight face, “the young lad who snitched on us to Kozlova has just died.” “Oh no, Ethan.”

I questioned Ethan knowing he might not, Jake might just get away with it because he had his father's love. "Jake is..." Ethan cut me off pausing halfway as I stared eagerly waiting for him to tell me that Jake was in prison. "Jake is dead," Ethan said and my heart sank further. I sat up quickly staring at him with eyes open wide. "Wh-what do you mean" I stuttered staring at Ethan who reluctantly raised his head to catch my gaze. "you killed Jake," he said and my heart skipped a beat, I could hear the heart monitor beeping faster as my heart began to race.