Ethan Cutkosky Death Novels & Stories

“I think someone tipped him off, it was obvious that they were just there about an hour ago. They knew we were on our way and were able to escape.” I let out a long sigh as my head fell backwards against the couch. “Oh, also… Ethan is dead. He was found lying dead. He was gutted out.”

“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.”

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.”

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!"

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."

His words echoed in the silent air. “It was very quick and easy. How did he give up so easily?” Brandon, who also reached there, questioned but Ethan’s last words were resonating in my mind. “Brandon, I have a feeling that it was just a fragment of a bigger conspiracy against me. Ethan Walters attacked me but he just wanted to scare me. Killing me was never his plan.” I said to him. We turned to face each other. “He’ll be disqualified from the competition but I don’t think we shall celebrate very soon. Let’s wait what is going to unfold for you next.” He said. “I am also prepared. The next number is of Lucas Fisher.”

But that man who always saw good in everyone shrugged all his thoughts and acted like everything was okay. Ethan knew it was Mark Holland's son but he wasn't really in touch with any of his kids. There were three in total, two sons and one daughter. It was the same dreadful night when another heartbreaking thing happened. When another Holland also left the world. Flashback After attending the funeral, Ethan went directly back to his company. He couldn't stand there, watching Mark's wife crying her heart out, his children looked miserable. The fact that his life is surrounded by death and only death out-struck him. He wondered at which time he was born to face this all. He might have done a t