Ethan From Resident Evil 7 Novels & Stories

Kira replied with a friendly gesture. Ethan sighed, then waved his hand slowly. "No need, miss. If Mr. Grey comes back, just tell him... well, just tell him that I had an urgent matter and couldn't meet him," Ethan said, knowing that his words didn't sound convincing. In truth, he was thinking about where Grey might have gone with his pistol and suddenly remembered Dr. Amora. After finding a suspicious point, Ethan quickly walked away from the seventh floor towards the ground floor to retrieve his car, but once again, Ethan had to hit his head when he saw that his car was no longer there.

~Cali~ It was three in the morning when Evan returned to bed, his usual routine. He smells of mint and eucalyptus, masking the scent of bourbon. He thought I was asleep, kissing my forehead before wrapping his arms around my waist. “Evan?” I spoke, my voice was hoarse from the emotions I’ve been holding in since I heard his talk with Sander. “Did I wake you?” he leaned on his hand, propping himself up with his elbows digging on our pillow. I turned to face him, his hands instantly coming up to brush my cheek, up and down, soft caress with the back of his hand.

Ethan stands from his place— soon guaranteeing Ryan about his doom, or so what Ryan thinks. "You think I want to?" Ryan stares agape, "I don't think anything." "This will sound like I am nagging," Ethan fishes for the lighter in his denim jacket, "Please pass me that cigeratte packet in front of you, Mr. Miller." Obeying, Ryan provides the mediocre box of menthol cancer sticks, "Here." Ethan, carefully films around his packet of cigarettes, and smacks the pack filter-side down on the heel of his palm rapidly, roughly about a minute, "Thank you," he greets, then pulling a cigeratte out and bearing it in between his teeth.

Ethan flexed his hand and said with a smile, “Disciples of the fifth zone have some moves, but it’s not enough.” As he spoke, a rapid string of green numbers flashed in Ethan’s eyes. Strings of gene sequences appeared and disappeared on the surface of Ethan’s skin! Finally, a blue genetic sequence imprint appeared between Ethan’s eyebrows! At the same time, he said, “I’m sorry. I want to sleep and don’t have time to play with you.” With that said, Ethan’s figure disappeared from the sight of the six people! When they saw him again, Ethan reappeared in front of a killer and threw a punch in the killer’s face!

Ezra caught sight of Ethan and narrowed his eyes. “You son of a—” Ethan quickly stepped forward, raising a hand. “Let me talk to them,” he said calmly. The officer hesitated, then nodded. Ethan approached the trio, his expression solemn. “I didn’t want to believe it,” he said loudly, clearly projecting for the surrounding authorities. “I thought… I thought we were friends.” Lucas’s jaw dropped. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…” “I spent the past few weeks trying to figure out where the Fenrys Serum was coming from,” Ethan continued, his voice somber. “And I didn’t want to suspect them. But… they were always there. Always near the outbreaks and the attacks.”

“You ruined another one of my masterpieces! He was mine! He was fated to be mine!” “He was never yours to begin with,” I said to her, clutching Kieran's head to my shoulders, my blood matting his hair. “ He's a man, Rhea. Not a weapon. Not your toy.” Suddenly Ethan’s swaying body jolted on the floor. A terrifying wet cough came from his chest. His heart was beating fast and loud, thudding against his ribs like a trapped bird. “ Ethan? Ethan!” I shook him as my panic rose. His eyes began to roll back into his head till they were only whites.

Ethan turned back to face Romero. "Even if she was a toy, I don't share my toys… I'd kill her before she lay with another man." Ethan said in a casual tone, as if he was discussing the day's weather. I widened my eyes. Would he really… kill me? His response caused Romero to chuckle, nodding his head. "Totally understandable…" Then a low tone in the room interrupted him. Ethan pulled out his phone. "This is Ethan," he answered, and then remained silent, listening to what the other person said on the phone. Even Romero and Talon seemed intrigued by the conversation.

I gulped down the fruity beverage with one sip and almost choked at the end. Mr Arrogant patted my backside until I felt good enough and then he came to my view, still smiling like he won a war. He came close and whispered in my ear "You know, you look absolutely hot when you are angry and well I am "Ethan Maxwell" not "Mr Arrogant." Saying this with an amusing expression, he kissed my cheek like no one was watching and dropped my hand from his gentle grasp. Ethan walked to the spot where Elle, Mrs Maxwell, Victoria were chatting.

“It would unchain me. Every rule, every line I wouldn’t cross to protect them… is gone. You’re not dealing with a businessman anymore. You’re dealing with the consequence.” On the screen, his heat signature moved not toward her, but toward the motion sensor on the floor. “What are you doing?” Petrova’s voice lost its cool edge. “Providing a retinal scan,” Ethan said. “Mine.” And he stepped on the motion sensor. A shrill, electronic beep exploded from the audio feed. “You idiot!” Petrova shouted. But Ethan was already moving. The thermal imaging flared with sudden movement a struggle. A grunt. The sound of something metal clattering.

Even a critic has limits, and watching a man get buried alive is a scene I never wanted to review. I grabbed the hand and pulled. Ethan emerged from the debris like a ghost, his expensive coat shredded, his face a mask of grey dust and blood. He coughed violently, his eyes unfocused. When he finally saw me, he didn't reach for a weapon. He reached for a heavy, metal box that had been partially unearthed by the blast. "It's mine," he wheezed, his fingers digging into the lid. "Everything in here... it belongs to the label. It belongs to me."