Ethan Cutkosky Death Novels & Stories

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.

Alright. Ethan sat down beside the stairs with Kristen and began to tell her some stories of the past. Kristen listened carefully and had a new understanding of him from his descriptions. After leaving the cemetery, Ethan sent Kristen to the crew. After watching her leave, Ethan"s tensed body finally relaxed. At this moment, his face was a little pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat. The left side of his heart was aching. He tried his best to make a phone call to Xenos. After briefly telling him his location, Ethan loosened his grip, losing consciousness and falling into endless darkness.

Ethan's voice grew softer. "So Collins left the military and got a job as a bodyguard for a wealthy family. I looked up to him so much. I wanted to be just like him when I grew up." "Where is this perfect, mighty brother of yours now?" I asked gently. Ethan's smile faded completely. "Six feet under at St. Cathedral Cemetery." A shiver ran down my spine. I didn't know what to say. "He was murdered and dropped in front of our door," Ethan continued, his voice flat and emotionless now. "Clean bullet wound to the head."

Word spread fast, and everyone had something to say. "Moon Goddess, it's horrible." "I knew it. Killers pass their evil down through the bloodline." "Those poor victims. My heart breaks for them." Lucian pulled through. They'd gotten to him in time, and his body started healing—slowly, but it was working. On the day of the blood judgment, Ethan buried me next to Julian and Aurora under the moon oak in the pack cemetery. He knelt in front of my headstone and bowed his head.

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

I turned and stormed to my room, slamming the door with a force that rattled the chandeliers. The guests looked at Ethan, expecting a slaughter. Usually, any noise over a whisper made him snap. That door slam was a sonic boom. But he sat there, calm and composed. "Damn," someone whispered. "I heard the kid's father died this week. He's coming straight from the burial." Chelsea, the PR lead for Silvercrest Holdings, was vibrating with humiliation. It was her birthday, and she’d intended to mark her territory. She returned to Ethan’s side, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry, Ethan. I didn't know about his father."

Though Ethan hated the guy, he gave him business opportunities, just to make Rachel's life easier. Unfortunately, that man messed up a simple drug production, causing bacterial contamination. Many people died. Ethan had to clean up the mess, barely able to keep things under control. One stormy night, Rachel called him. She could not sleep because she was scared of the thunder. Her husband was away, and she asked him to come over. Ethan was still so obsessed with her that he actually drove out in the middle of a snowstorm. He was involved in an accident and died at 55.

“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.

“Dad, I am sorry for not being the son you wanted. I know you have always wanted a perfect son and I have failed. I am sorry for failing you dad. I am really sorry dad… I am really sorry.” Ethan teared up his eyes. Uncontrollable flow of tears. He wished he could turn the hand of the clock. He wished he could be the son his father wanted. He wished Malcolm was still here, but Malcolm is now gone, gone forever. *** Caroline sat on the couch watching a movie when it was interrupted. BREAKING NEWS: ETHAN BLACKWOOD HARASSES THE MEDIA TEAM. Caroline sat up and was startled by what she saw. The scene where Ethan broke a videographer's camera was displayed. Caroline was shocked she didn't know what

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.