Ethan Cutkosky Death Novels & Stories

"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!"

“Then let’s go deal with the body.” Pushing to his feet, he winces. “Damn. That fucking hurts.” He lifts his hand and touches my artistry sewn into his flesh. A whistle leaves his lips. “Hoo, baby, I thought I was a goner there for a minute. But, damn, that was fun.” I place the medical supplies back in the canvas kit and shove it back in the cupboard where we keep it. “We’re going to have to wash all this shit,” Ethan says, moving right past the mess. “After we deal with the dead guy.”

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.”

Mr Carter comforted her though he didn't know anything about Ethan. She put her palm on her mouth, resisting her sobs before she looked at me again. "Ethan has attempted suicide." "What?" Atlas's POV... "Are you crazy?" I really couldn't control my mouth after seeing Ethan lying on the hospital bed, having a cannula in his right hand and his other hand wrapped in a bandage. So he cut the vein of his left hand. He wasn't crazy at all, he had a brain. He knew he will not die. Then why the fuss?

Jakes responded with a rehearsed anguish that made my stomach churn. Mr. Jakes, the man responsible for the chaos that had chanced us, had maneuvered his way into becoming the new CEO of Ethan's company. Mr. Jakes, can you tell us the details of Ethan's death? It must have been a tough one for you. Mr. Jakes, can you tell us the details of Ethan's death? It must have been a tough one for you. Mr. Jakes, pretending sadness, “Yes, it's been devastating for our family. Ethan, my only son, met with an unfortunate accident, and it has been an inconceivable loss.”

Inside, I grabbed a fresh towel, wiping sweat from my chest, my eyes locking on Marco as I leaned against my desk, the weight of his urgency pressing on me. “Talk,” I said, my voice a low snarl, my patience thin. He swallowed, his hands fidgeting, his voice steady but tense. “It’s Ethan, boss. Last week while you were in Italy, he got ambushed at a workstation in D.C. while working a case. He lost four of his team mates but he survived barely.” I raised an eyebrow in utter confusion. “And just yesterday he was involved in a car accident in D.C,” Marco continued, his voice cracking. “The accident claimed the life of the guy he was with—Agent Reynolds—and Ethan’s still unconscious in the hospi

He managed to sing a song so his daughter would hear him for the last time… There when I remembered what the police told me last time about my Dad's death. They said Dad's taxi was allegedly crashed into a large tree. The taxi leaked and include that one of Dad's passengers was smoking that night, resulted in the taxi explosion. It only made me felt worse when I found out that Albus Wesley and Hailey Perelman were Dad's rides. Those two people whom I chose not to help and interfered with. Damn it! They died with my father. It's all my fault, I'm so idiot! Of all things, why did I not notice the plate number? I knew that something like that would happen. But why? Why did I not see a death sha

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

Daniel said, whose face also looked confused. The doctor seemed to want to explain further, but Xavier immediately understood that Ethan's vomiting of blood was not related to medical issues. "All right, that's enough! You can go," Xavier said. A moment later, Xavier rushed into Ethan's hospital room with Joss. The young man, who was not yet 25 years old, was asleep. His face looked pale, which made them very worried. While Ethan was still fast asleep, the two men sat on the waiting sofa. Joss remembered his king's words, and said, "Sir, Mr. Ethan said that the woman cannot see his tattoo. Do you think Mr. Ethan trusts us?"