Ethan Cutkosky Death Novels & Stories

“I can’t wait to see the look on his face. I’ve missed him.” Lucas bent his head, his voice dropping. “He’s gone. He died four years ago in an accident.” Ethan closed his eyes. For a moment, the room was silent. He finally whispered, “I was hoping I’d get to see him. I pictured it so many times… how happy he’d be.” He paused, then drew a shaky breath. “After the last war, we lost. The enemies caught us. I lost most of my colleagues. I and one other man were kept alive. Somehow, they found out I was a scientist before the Army, and that I could produce nuclear weapons. They kept me alive only because of that. I didn’t want to help them, but they tortured me until I had no choice.”

"In a country like America that preaches justice and fairness. Do we believe Mr. Greyson deserves to win business man of the year or is he supposed to be put behind bars for all his crimes against humanity? A man who tried to kill me two months ago but failed." Greyson's face was the funniest to look at. He looked like he'd just seen a ghost and in retrospect, he had. The entire world thought Ethan was dead. We even did a funeral and everything to keep Greyson from coming after him. Ethan had been in CLMS forca Total it two weeks and when he'd woken up, he had told the doctors to announce his death and we had spent the free time we had plotting. On the day, he'd been shot, he'd kept one flas

He not only lost his wife but his daughter too. All of them said their eulogy. Mr Polinski decided not to say anything about her. His thinking was, “This wasn’t the time when they say goodbye”. She was still here with him and always will be till his last breath. And we all respected that. As worse as funerals go, this was rather a beautiful one. At least I know she’s somewhere safe. After the ceremony, I looked around and saw Jonathan getting out of his car. “Jonathan?” Ethan was standing right beside me. He wasn’t pleased that Jonathan was here, but it wasn’t a place you actually command someone not to meet the other one.

“Nick, I never dealt with that boy. I don’t know who he is or who his family is.” I let out a frustrated breath, my patience wearing thin. “His mother died when he was five,” Ethan said, his words coming out tightly controlled. “She had cancer, and she passed away. His father... well, he was shot dead. That’s all I could dig up on him. Not much else.”

"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!" With that, she ignored the devastated Rebecca and pushed her cart away. After confirming that Ethan truly was dead, Rebecca seemed to lose her strength all at once as she collapsed onto the floor. The next second, she got up to her feet and ran desperately toward the crematorium as if she had suddenly remembered something. She stumbled into the parking lot and hit the gas. Red lights flashed along

Ethan frowned heavily at the sight, but he still performed a routine examination of me and my pup's vitals out of occupational habit. The cloying stench of blood hit Toby with such force that he instinctively recoiled, his hand flying to his nose. The oppressive heat had already begun its grim work, accelerating the decay of our corpses. He stood outside the basement, refusing to take another step inside. "What the heck is Joyce doing? She's stunk up the whole basement!" he complained. Barney lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, and simply glanced at Ethan from time to time. Ethan took off his gloves with a solemn expression on his face. "It's confirmed that Luna Joyce and her pup a

His two most trusted men and his son died in the rain. Ethan turned to Howard and said, “Come on.” Howard stood up in a daze and left with Ethan, forgetting all about his pain. He would never forget that day when Ethan crushed Dennis and made the man pay a very heavy price. … Emerging from his recollection, Howard sighed and wondered how Ethan was doing now. “Thump. Thump.” There was a knock on the door. Howard cleared his mind and said, “Come in.” A young man entered the room and said with his head lowered, “There has been some activity in Crestwood again, sir.”

"I had a meeting that couldn't wait any longer." "And after the office?" He looked at me. "I was on my way to the police station," he said. "To question the imposter myself." I closed my laptop slowly. "Was on your way?" "Yes. Detective Okafor called me before I got there," Ethan said. His voice was flat and careful. "The imposter is dead." I stared at him. "What?" "They found him in his cell. He cut his wrists with a metal bracket from under his cot." Ethan paused. "By the time anyone found him, it was too late."

They were killing him. Ethan had ninety days to live.

I clutched the hem of my apron, an unexplainable pain searing through my body. Secretary Lee stepped forward, handing me a file. Was this to make me feel better or to sever my heart even more? I took it anyway, peering into the content. Each line held a different meaning. Name: ETHAN named NIKOLAI COLE Height: 6’5 Day of Birth: MAY, 1991 Day of Death: APRIL, 2004 My lips trembled, a new fear unlocked. Ethan was dead. He was legally dead. I crumpled the sheet, throwing it across the room, not wanting to see more of the truth about him.