Ethan Reyes Killer Novels & Stories

He cried. —FOUR DAYS LATER— “I will take revenge,” Ethan suddenly announced right after they had cremated his mother, the urn tightly on Theo’s hand. Theo halted on his track trying to process what Theo is saying, “W-what are you talking about? This…isn’t about the Huston, right?” Theo asked while Ethan’s eyes darkened. “Yes. It will be as if I’m killing two birds with two stones. I will make sure I ruin Guevara and Huston, they made me—the both of us miserable!” Ethan yelled out.

he said. "Who", Ethan and I asked. "Our family's killer, Lord Alverez"

He tells me and I shoot up off his chest. “Please tell me you didn’t kill Ethan?” I asked him, worried because I feel bad for him knowing that Kera used him and that he will never feel the love from a mate bond like I do. “No. He is in a cell in the basement and his punishment is up to you. But I did denounce him as my Beta. He can’t be trusted and I wanted to kill him for taking you but I also know what one will do for their mate.” Reese says and I am glad he has a heart not to kill him but I have no clue what his punishment should be.

He knew what Ethan said was true. For three years, he had hated the wrong person! The real killer was dead, and even if the killer were still alive, Theo knew he would not be able to get revenge. “Why are you telling me all this?” Theo looked at Ethan. “You gave me hope and then crushed it. What do you want?” “It’s simple,” Ethan said calmly. “I want you dead.” From the moment Theo arrived with a knife, he had to die. Since he wanted to kill Ethan, Ethan had no reason to keep him alive.

Just then, an assistant hurriedly entered, whispering something in Ethan's ear. Ethan's expression changed instantly. He stood up, "Healer, come with me." With that, he left the room without looking back. Only I remained in the room. The ticking of medical equipment sounded particularly harsh. My tears flowed silently, soaking into the bandages around my eyes. Each drop burned like fire. So my son's death wasn't an accident but orchestrated by Ethan. To save his illegitimate son, he not only took my son's life but also wanted to remove my eyes to please his mistress!

I was straight hysterical. “ You see Tony, I know the story about Sissy. I was there. I watched as she wore the short slutty red dress that wouldn’t cover her ass no matter how she walked, sat, or bent over. She walked straight up to Ethan Robins and rubbed her skank ass all over him. I watched as she tried to kiss him over and over again and he had told her no and politely let her down each time. Ethan had called a cab to even get her home. She was so drunk. The thing is, Ethan had been re-telling me the story of the day he met Rebbecca at the airport waiting to pick me up. Ethan saw her and was head over heels for her. He was just telling me how he had planned to ask her out on a date, tha

It feels like this terrible day will never end. He gets in the car with Ethan. "Are you sure the Browns did this?" He can't believe the gall of that family. He ruined them years before, right after they plotted the murder of his father. He made sure there were none of them left, but this is what sparing the little ones got him. He never believed in killing innocents, but these same innocents are the ones haunting his sleep. "It's that little cunt, Sebastian." Ethan lights a cigarette. "What was he at the time? Thirteen?"

“Ethan’s in Miami?” Javier nodded, his voice steady but cautious. “Yeah, boss. He was spotted at the cemetery attending Reynolds’ funeral. He’s really alive.” I laughed, a cold, bitter sound that echoed off the walls. “Alive. Fucking alive.” I straightened, my hands curling into fists, my mind a storm of rage and calculation. Lucian’s message wasn’t just a taunt; it was a declaration of war. He’d slaughtered my men, spiked their heads like trophies, and now Ethan was back, ready to dig deeper into my operations with Ryan and those corrupt FBI bastards. I wasn’t just going to sit here and take it.

It wasn't hit too badly to get injured but it was hard enough to feel the pain. "Dude, are you trying to kill me?" cried out Jackson holding his ducked head with his cuffed hands. After a while when he raised his head again and looked to his left, he was greeted by an empty driver's seat. Then his eyes went to the front only to see Stefan talking with his colleagues. "Seriously, who made them special cops anyways? Gossiping his colleagues while leaving their so-called 'Dr. Killer' alone in a car. If it was even any petty criminal in place of me then he would have already stolen his car and fled long gone by now."

“Then why are you here, Sebastian? To cry about your dead friend? Or maybe to blame me for your pathetic life?” “Was it you?” I asked, stepping closer until we were almost nose to nose. “Were you and your family responsible for Lucas’ death?” For a moment, Ethan said nothing. Then, slowly, the corners of his mouth lifted into a smirk. “Lucas,” he said. “Ah, yes. That snitch.” My heart stopped beating for a second, and a wave of rage surged through me. “So, it was you,” I hissed. “You killed him.”