Ethan Cutkosky Death Novels & Stories

By pure, tragic coincidence, he crossed paths with his former star intern, Chloe Davis, outside a local transit station. An incredibly violent argument had broken out between the two disgraced figures, with witnesses claiming they were screaming and blaming each other for the company's ruin. In a fit of absolute, unhinged psychotic rage, Ethan pulled a heavy kitchen knife from his coat and brutally stabbed Chloe to death right on the sidewalk before the authorities could intervene. The suspect was currently locked in a maximum-security psychiatric ward, awaiting a lifetime trial.

Nicole murmured. That was exactly what I was thinking. Ethan was dead. I'd held his lifeless body myself. There'd been tons of people at his funeral. They'd all seen him get buried. It wasn't possible to change someone into a vampire after they died. "What did you do, Lucas?" Anthony asked.

Ethan could see that Charles was proud of his father, even in the way he handled his time being tortured. "After what seemed like hours, I finally freed my hands. I waited a few minutes to feel my Wolf's strength once again flow through my body. Those few minutes cost my father his life." Once again Ethan was in awe of how his father had lived his life after such pain. "Just as I felt I was ready to shift and over-take the group, they heard something outside. Alpha Conway burst through the door. The sudden entry startled Colton and he plunged the knife he held into your grandfather and sliced straight down, killing him. At the same time, I shifted into my wolf lunging at Colton. I grabbed on

I got up and began to explain a little about what I had discovered, showing the earring that matched Wesley's, I gave all the details to the judge, he kept the earring. "Well, please sit down, now we'll give Mr. Manson a chance." Wesley "Good morning his honor and those present. I want to express freely that I am not the murderer of Max Stuart. The night Max was assassinated, I was in the room of a colleague, we, the people of high command in society, are informed of every movement made by a member of the same society. That night I received a message that behind Max Stuart's car another had been following him for some time. I left the room taking my car towards Max Stuart's house, I arriv

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."

“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.”

Later, Catherine even exposed the video of Wesley and Regina messing around in the office. When she played the video, Regina was seen speaking in fear, “I… I’m not sure if Ethan’s death has to do with Wesley. All I know is that Ethan caught Wesley and me messing around in the office the other day. At that time, Wesley and Catherine had just gotten married. At the sight of the scene, Ethan had a row with Wesley before he left. But a few hours later, I heard he died in an accident. Unexpectedly, it happened when he was on his way to Catherine’s office…”

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.

When Nick didn't shake, they looked over at Ethan opening Avan’s locker, and one of them shouted, "Hey, you just killed the son of the Carters. Do you know how much trouble you're going to get yourself in for that?!” "If I wanted to kill him, I would have done it swifter than going through the trouble of beating his ass," Ethan said as he reached into the locker. "He's unconscious. Give him a few minutes for the factory reset to kick in. Hopefully, that would bring back his sense of respect."

Ethan stood tall in the center of the chaos, a mixture of sweat, dirt, and blood stained his clothes, but his expression was calm, unbothered, and cold. The moment was his. “Damn good strike, kid,” said Agent McKay, one of the government-appointed supernatural enforcement officers, clapping Ethan on the back. “You brought that bastard down clean.” Ethan gave a silent nod, jaw tight, eyes flickering toward the dead wolf. “It had to be done,” he said smoothly. “I wasn’t about to let it get to the college.” Behind them, Lucas sat slumped against a tree, his chest heaving. Blood matted his shirt and his left arm dangled uselessly at his side—until a sharp cracking sound echoed from the joint.