Ethan Reyes Killer Novels & Stories

The water was so blue it hurt to look at. We sat on the deck of our villa, watching the sun melt into the ocean. And finally, Ethan told me everything. When he was eight years old, his parents were murdered. Assassinated by rivals within the Stone family itself. His grandfather, Don Lawrence Stone, knew that if the killers realized Ethan was a threat, the boy would be next. So they made a plan. Don Lawrence announced to the world that the trauma had broken his grandson. That the boy was simple. Slow. Harmless.

“If only he knew… If only he died knowing what his dearest Luna did, his precious left him to be in the arms of another man. The fool had the picture right in front of him at the peace ball but still had no idea. It sickens me how much time I wasted before killing him, but I knew I couldn’t do it until I got rid of you first. Thank the goddess for your kidnap, and now it will be as if you never returned…” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she waited for Ethan to strike the final blow, she deserved this, all of it, she should have known it all along, Ethan’s anger spurts, Nicole’s sudden clinginess to her, the fact that Nicole spent more time here with Ethan than her mate, she saw little sign

I simply wanted answers! He roughly loosened his belt and tore off his jeans. His erection sprang free. He wasted no time, pushing hard and fast inside me, stretching my tissue. It had been too long since we were together. I cried out, trying to stop him as he slammed into me with punishing speed and intensity. “Ethan, stop… please! I just wanted to know why you are killing those people I talked with! I just want an answer! Who did you kill this time, and why?!”

Alejandro pulled out an empty wine glass and poured a glass for Mark. “Have a seat.” Mark glanced at Jackson and walked over to take a seat with an expressionless look on his face. “Mark, he’s Ethan. He’s confessed. He killed Lynn too,” Jackso said. Alejandro couldn’t be bothered to explain too much. Besides, it didn’t matter if he killed Lynn or if Don Smith did it. It wasn’t a big difference. “Are you two here on a crusade against me?”

Ethan's phone began to ring aloud. He opened his eyes from a short sleep. “Who is calling?” He thought in his head. He checked it and he saw it was an unknown number. “It could be my investigator!” He thought in his head and immediately, he picked up the call. “Hello!” He said, expecting the recipient to start speaking. “Hello, Mr Ethan. I have all the evidence that Mr Morgan was the person that killed his wife!” He said to him.

Ethan looks over his shoulder again. “Marius really gave up the Heart of the Moon?” “Apparently,” says Blake. “Perhaps he didn’t know what is was.” He doesn’t believe that. Neither do I. But what other explanation could there be? The thought that the Moon Goddess answered my prayer is too ridiculous to voice out loud. “Then what happened?” asks Ethan. I tell him about the carriage ride and my blood turns cold. I reveal the moment when I slid my blade across Marius’s throat, unsure of what Ethan will think of me now I am a killer.

“I looked for you long after they told me to stop. I want that on the record before anything else gets said in this house.” The silence after that stretched long enough to feel like its own kind of confession. Ethan finally spoke, quiet. “I know what you did. I’ve never once forgotten it.” Reyes held his gaze a moment longer, then seemed to decide the subject was closed for now, at least in front of me. She turned instead, businesslike, pulling a slim folder from her bag. “This isn’t a reunion, unfortunately. I wish it were that simple.” She looked between the two of us. “I found something in an old case file three months ago. Buried under a classification code that shouldn’t have existed fo

By pure, tragic coincidence, he crossed paths with his former star intern, Chloe Davis, outside a local transit station. An incredibly violent argument had broken out between the two disgraced figures, with witnesses claiming they were screaming and blaming each other for the company's ruin. In a fit of absolute, unhinged psychotic rage, Ethan pulled a heavy kitchen knife from his coat and brutally stabbed Chloe to death right on the sidewalk before the authorities could intervene. The suspect was currently locked in a maximum-security psychiatric ward, awaiting a lifetime trial.

Before long, the door opened, and Ethan was dragged in by the police. The officers left us alone, and Ethan whispered my name, "Evelyn." I smiled, my voice firm as I commanded, "Sit.” Ethan stared at me for a moment before nodding and sitting down across from me, his hands on the table. "Evelyn, you know I'm innocent," he said. "I didn't try to kill you. You did that to yourself." I smiled, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Yes, I know you didn't do anything," I replied, and Ethan let out a sigh of relief.

"Is Kaylee my secretary, or am I hers? I am not responsible for her lack of knowledge. I did my part, and I sent her the message. But she still came, why?" Silence hung in the air, the weight of his words sinking in. The cancellation of the meeting had caused a storm of confusion and miscommunication, and he felt caught in the middle of it all. But he refused to let their doubts overshadow the truth. He had done everything he could, and it was time for them to acknowledge that. "And one more thing, Mom: the news anchor just confirmed that Kaylee was found dead in her room, which means she had already booked the room there. It’s possible that she came for her own purpose," Ethan tried to calm