Ethan Cutkosky Dead Novels & Stories

Hands touch my shoulder gently, but I shrug them off, stumbling backward until my spine hits the wall. “He was fine,” I whisper, shaking. My whole body I’m shocked as to what I just witnessed. “He was, he was stable, he was getting better right? You said he would stay for a few more months?” The doctor approaches carefully. “Mr. Jake, I’m very sorry.” Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. That word is useless. Ethan is dead. And for some reason, I feared Chloe or Zoe getting the news of his death. That could ruin them.

But without concrete proof, Ethan would bet on his life to defend Hermes to me…I already know this much about his pure-hearted nature. When I simply gave him a nod to answer his question, Ethan exhaled a long, big sigh before he brushed his sleek brown hair above his forehead, before urging me, “Did you stalk all those people before killing them?” “No.” “Then…do you just commit these dangerous deeds without a proper precaution? Do you even know cops have already started to investigate that bald guy you killed that night? They have already started raiding the campus to ask all the students present at that Fresher’s party.”

“If you’re so eager to want to talk to someone, why don’t you call up Ethan?” Fucking hell. I should have known that was destined to come to bite me back in the ass. “You have every right to be mad about my working with Ethan.” She scoffed. “Oh, believe me, I am. I hope you think that involving the actual fucking police was worth it in the end.” “The only known casualty was Michael Rossetti,” I pointed out. “Considering things were planned to end a whole lot worse. Vanessa is lucky to have walked away with her life intact given her own losses.”

Rebecca froze at the nurse's words. She lost control, and her grip around the young nurse's arm tightened. "I'm talking about the tall, thin man in bed three! He was fine yesterday! Why would he be cremated so suddenly?!" The nurse winced from the grip and shook her hand off hard. "Mr. Ethan White from Bed Three, right? He just passed away on the operating table after donating a kidney, and he has already been sent to be cremated. Are you his family? Where were you before the patient died? What's the point of putting on this act after he has already passed away? Disgusting!"

No one can live on pills and attitude, Casey, not even you. 'Fuck you.' Opening the microwave, he stirred the noodles with one of the forks and closed the door, pushing the power button again. 'Are you always like this?' he asked, leaning back against the unit, crossing his arms in front of him. 'I save your life and I feed you, and you're acting like I'm doing something wrong?' I stared at him, unsure how to form the words, but feeling the pain cut deep when the images refused to go away. 'They died , Ethan,' I croaked. 'I watched them die. I watched that thing rip Davey apart right in front of my eyes.' Tears stung my vision again and I hated myself for losing it in front of him.

Later, Ethan tried to reach my soul through witches and prayers to the Moon Goddess, but nothing worked. He abandoned his Alpha duties and left the territory, searching for more powerful witches. Over time, the pack stopped recognizing him as their Alpha, and they even despised him for what he'd done to me. After he left the territory, he ran into rogue wolves at the border. They recognized him as the Shadow Pack's former Alpha and attacked him. Ethan was outnumbered, and he died at the border under their assault. To humiliate him, they even cut off his limbs. I guess he suffered through what I had suffered through.

I had no idea what she was saying, but it sounded so much sexier in Italian. Ryker leaned down, brought his mouth next to my ear. "Ethan is dead. He can't hurt you anymore. You can stop jolting every time someone opens the door." My entire body jerked as if Ethan had hit the button on the electrode again. My eyes widened as I looked at Ryker. I'd prayed to hear those words for the last five years of my life. That a man I hadn't personally known more than a week ago had been the one to deliver them rocked my world in ways I didn't quite know how to process.

The effect of the implants broke. His expressionless face had tears and sadness on it. "Ina... Without you... I don't want a world without you!" Ruso lit a cigarette as he threw the knife aside. "You killed her- You psychopath!" "I prefer creative." "Fuck you!" "Listen Ethan-" "No! You listen! You are a pothole to society! You're a criminal. And I was a mistake." Ruso grinned "Ethan, see, you killed her. She died because she loved you- Everyone who loves you- dies"

“Mark my words—you’ll lose everything. And when you do, the company will be mine.” He shot me a final glare before turning on his heel and storming out. I let out a shaky breath, my pulse still racing. I hadn’t even realized I was holding it in. “I didn’t know he was related to you,” I muttered, still trying to process the fact that my coworker was also Ethan’s cousin. Ethan’s expression remained unreadable. “Now you do. And it would do you well to ignore him.” I swallowed, nodding. “Who else stays here with you?” I wasn’t sure I was ready for another surprise, but at this point, what else could possibly shock me?

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