Ethan Cutkosky Death Novels & Stories

But with the Brooks’ influence, they would be brought to books in no time. And then the murder will be traced to me. So I insisted I wanted Ryder to tamper with his brakes, when the chance arises. Ryder trailed him to Barstow city where the plan was carried out. When I got the news that Ethan had been involved in a fatal accident, and he might not be able to make it out of the hospital alive, my heart leaped for joy. My excitement knew no bounds. I had started to imagine what it would be like when Lucas claims his position back and we get married.

“That’s not the word I’d use.” She smiled, and when she leaned forward again, the neckline of her uniform dipped just enough to draw his eye; despite himself, the soft curve of her breasts was on show. The TV played in the background. He was keeping an eye on it, trying to catch a glimpse of Marisol, Vince, or Lorenzo. Right now, a reporter was commenting on the famous guest list of the rich and powerful. The funeral of Chad Vale was a media circus. Ethan hadn’t cared about the kid when he was alive, and he didn’t care now. He found the whole thing disrespectful. He just wanted to lay eyes on Marisol, see that she was ok.

I stared at my phone for a moment longer as I wondered what I was going to do now. “Who was it?” Ethan asked and iet out a loud sigh. “It was from the council in Minnesota,” I informed him and his brows immediately scrunched. “What's wrong? The rogues are getting stronger?” He questioned and I ran a hand over my face as I wondered how to break the news to him. “Steve is dead,” I announced and Ethan immediately stiffened. “They said he died while fighting the rogues. The right army is getting stronger each day-” I narrated but Ethan suddenly exploded and before I could comprehend what was happening I felt the air being knocked out of me as Ethan punched me right in the gut with all his streng

“Doyouknow?” “Know what?” “Why your mother died?” All the blood drains from my body. Time slows. I am no longer a living, breathing, thing. I am rage. “That’s enough.” Ethan’s voice pulls me back into my body. “She died of a disease,” I snarl. “Did she?” says Blake. “Out.” Ethan growls.“Now.” Blake steps back into the corridor. “Wait.” I cringe at the desperation in my voice. Both males turn to me, but only Ethan seems surprised at my outburst.

Harry looked up at the woman sitting at the table and couldn't help frowning deeply. It was not because Ethan was dead, but he felt that this matter must have something to do with Janet. Since she decided to marry Ethan's security bureau, he felt that something was wrong. Sure enough, Ethan's security bureau died before the end of this year. He walked to the window and said when he was sure that Stacy couldn't hear him, "Where did he die?" "At home, I am at the scene. When I heard the news at that time, I was also shocked. He died without illness or disaster. Is it retribution?" Boyce said.

Rodger shrugged and Ethan gasped. "You killed uncle Alfred and Aunt Suzy.." Ethan said surprised and Rodger smirked. "Yeah I did. Though I just made Alfred's death more easier, he was already diagnosed with cancer. I just had to strangle him to death with a pillow" He said and laughed as the police started to lead him away while he laughed again. Ethan staggered and almost fell but Chelsea was quick to hold him. She hugged him and patted his back repeatedly. Melanie just stood in a daze. Dan also suffered the same fate as her and yet she was quick to blame him. She was still lost in thoughts when her phone rang.

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.

That’s all that matters. Then another thought hit me. I looked up at Josh immediately. “What about the truck driver? Did you catch him?” “Yes, ma’am. He’s currently in police custody.” Good. At least that monster was caught. But something still felt strange. What could Ethan possibly have done to make someone want him dead? I frowned slightly. “What did Ethan do? Why would someone try to kill him?” “I don’t know much yet, ma’am,” Josh replied carefully. “But the driver was heavily drunk.”

"You hated him. You had every right to hate him." Silence stretched between them, filled with the distant sound of string quartet and polite conversation. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter, but no less dangerous. "Yes, I did. But that doesn't mean I wished him dead." "He killed himself." The admission felt like ripping off a bandage, quick and brutal. "Three months after your father's company went under. He couldn't live with what he'd done." Ethan's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "And now you're here. At my party. Wearing a dress that costs more than most people make in a month and stealing food like some kind of"

No, you didn't, because you were too buried in work. "Did you know? He's always been the biggest financial supporter your company has ever had. Without him, what makes you think you'd be the respected Ms. Hades you are today?" The truth seemed to drain all her strength. She slid down against my gravestone, while Ethan wiped a tear from his eye. All I could do was watch as the two people I loved most broke down in sorrow. Ethan choked out, "Lucas used to care about his appearance so much, but at the end of his life, he was all skin and bones. All his thick hair was gone, he threw up everything he ate, and he never slept through the night.