Ethan Cutkosky Death Novels & Stories

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.

"I'm sorry, Ms. McKenna. I truly didn't mean to hit that elderly man. I hope Ethan's five hundred thousand dollars can bring you some comfort." "By the way, how is that elderly gentleman doing?" "Not very well." I looked at Ethan. "He's dead." A collective gasp swept through the crowd. I stared into Ethan's widened eyes as he took a step backward in shock. "I think it's far more important that you go to the hospital and look at the body than this engagement party." "He's dead? How is that possible?!" However, Mia's sudden breakdown immediately drew all of his attention. "I barely touched him. How could he have been so frail that he died? I'm sorry, Ethan! I didn't mean to!"

"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

"By letting everyone believe Ethan Cole died because of personal issues while you knew someone followed him out of that arena? You brought me here on a scholarship knowing my name was tied to a murdered player!" Coach looked at me, his eyes wide with a desperate mix of guilt and sorrow. "I didn't know Ethan was going to die, Carter! I swear to God, I didn't know! I was told to open the back access corridor so Marcus could settle a private matter regarding point shaving and illegal bets. Ethan had threatened to go to the board about what Westbrook and our athletic department were doing. When Marcus died six months ago, I thought it was over. I thought whatever darkness was hanging over the pr

I was curious and I wanted to know everything about him, just like the way he does. But I knew Dominick. He was indeed a cold man who would never listen to me and…and I didn't want this temporary moment to be spoiled. Then suddenly Ethan's image seemed to strangely snap into my head, making the soft smile on my lips instantly die, my heart clenching as goosebumps raced through my skin.. “Dominick… have you heard?” I whispered, my eyes on him. He slowly raised his eyes to meet mine from his laptop and shot up a questioning brow. “Ethan and his friends are dead."

The monitor beeped slower and slower until the line went flat. "I'll get the best healer to work on Ethan," Asher said, already turning away. "He'll be fine." But it was too late. Ethan had barely survived the last rogue attack, and his wolf was still recovering. Now he'd lost too much blood, and his body couldn't take it. An hour later, they told me he was gone. He died in that ER, and there was nothing anyone could do. Before Ethan died, he held my hand, and his voice came out so weak I could barely hear him.

Despite everything happening around me, I almost smiled. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re stubborn.” “I’ve been called worse.” “I know.” The way he said it made me look at him. “You know?” He gave me a faint smile. “I’m learning.” For a moment, the tension disappeared. Then his phone rang. He answered. “What?” Ethan’s voice came through. “We have a problem.” KC’s expression immediately changed. “What happened?” “The man we picked up is dead.” My blood ran cold. “What?” Ethan continued.

Ethan Shaw is dead. His face has been destroyed and his limbs severed. When his body reaches the morgue, the person who performs the autopsy is his own wife, Dr. Vivian Sullivan. She is a cool, rational professor of forensic pathology, and she is the woman Ethan loved for more than a decade. Six years ago he lost his voice saving her life, and she married him because of it. In all the years that followed, she remembered every one of his follow-up appointments yet never once remembered his birthday. She tended his injuries, but gave every ounce of warmth and favor she had to his younger brother. Right up until the moment he died, Ethan was calling her, over and over. And she hung up on h

Ethan promised to grant my request. I was on the way to the police station when Eric texted me, confirming that Arturo Montes is now dead for real. It was all over the news that his own son killed him. I called my contact in the NBI to block out the media in the incident. I first saw Calen walking towards my car as I parked it inside the station. “Kuya, how’s Ate and Chelsey?” He asked as I step out of the car. I tapped his shoulder.

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.”