Ethan Reyes Killer Novels & Stories

I stepped closer, my hands loose, ready, and the crowd parted, their murmurs growing louder, venomous. “What the hell are you doing here?” Ethan snarled, his voice cutting through the haze, his body lunging forward. “Get the fuck out, you don’t belong here!” I raised a hand, palm out, my voice low, steady. “I came to pay my respects, Ethan. That’s all.” He shoved past two mourners, his chest heaving, his face twisted. “Respects? You brought this! That note—your name on it! You killed them—my wife, my son, her parents—all because of you!”

He cannot bear anything happening to her. Part of the reason he let Tyler off was that he is Mr. Ethan's half-brother. Perhaps, he should let him handle this. If not, he shouldn't hold it against him for being ruthless! He pulls out his phone and calls Mr. Ethan right away. "Hello, Mr. Wood," as soon as the call is picked up, Mr. Ethan's gruff voice sounds. "Your dog of a brother sent an assassin named José to assassinate me. The assassin is dead and so should your brother, but he is only still breathing now because of our friendship.

Ethan began to take deep breaths, but trying to calm himself didn't work, so he charged for Eileen, and held her up by the neck. She writhed, and shook, trying to pry his hands off her neck, but Ethan didn't stop. "You killed my father? Who are you!? Who are you to do that!?" He thundered, and slammed Eileen hard into the tree. "Ethan!" Alpha Theo called, sharply. "I understand your pain, but you can't kill her." He cautioned, and Ethan who was about to slam Eileen, who had passed out, stopped.

he had spent the last decade building was screaming for blood. "If you kill him now, he dies a victim," I whispered. "He becomes a mystery. But if he lives... if he has to stand in a courtroom and explain how a billionaire became a common thief... that’s the real retribution." Ethan looked at me, his blue eyes warring with the darkness. For a long, terrifying minute, I didn't know which side would win. Then, he let out a sharp breath and shoved Damian back into the mud. "Tia!" Ethan shouted into the darkness.

I just laid on the ground for a few minutes as I watched Riley snap my fathers neck. No matter how bad my back is killing me and I feel somewhat numb I stood to my feet. Ethan was running towards us. I just started running and held out my hand as my nails sank into his abdomen. He screams and his skin looks like it’s smoking as he falls to his knees groaning in pain. That only last a few minutes before Riley grabs his neck and raises him up. “You’ll pay just like your father did. He learned not fuck with what was mine,” Said Riley and his claws tore Ethan’s throat out.

"Now, every time I close my eyes, I hear the pup howling in the dark, asking why I didn't save him—" "Jess! Stop." Ethan’s voice was like a whip. "The child is gone. Replaying it changes nothing." "Is his killer going to walk free?" she sobbed softly. "I’ll deal with Collins. Just get your strength back." "Thank you, Ethan... I’m sorry for waking you." "It’s fine. I’ll be back tomorrow." Outside the room, Ethan turned to his lead enforcer. "Where are the remains?" "The father, Victor Brooks, took the body to the sacred pyre for immediate cremation. He wouldn't let anyone touch the bag."

It’s like he’s watching to see if I’d slip away and run off with Jeff. If I were alone with him? Hell yes. Fortunately, I have Ethan by my side. I’m not letting him go until this is over. Oh my God, I think as I come to a realization. Ethan’s father is a killer, a criminal. Oh my God. How is he going to take it? He can never find out, I conclude. At least not now. “Good heavens, God must really like me,” Jeff exclaims, coming to stand before me. He doesn’t even acknowledge his friend first.

"You've done worse. You sold everyone out when you opened your pie hole to Hawthorne about all that shit with Iris. And from what I heard, Ethan Wilson and his wife—" "Austin deserved to know the truth. As for Ethan and his wife, well, they were vermin!" Andrei spat out his outrage, pissed out of his head that his brother would even dare compare his honour killings with his reckless attempt to murder Liam. "Those bastards had it coming. They stole from me." "What about Paul Reiner, though? What did he ever do to you?" "I'm flattered you think I was behind that son of a bitch's death. But I had nothing to do with it—"

It took me whole 5 minutes in staring at the phone and questioning what he meant until I shrugged it off and drink the alcohol in just one gulp. I was preparing all of my things and ready to get out of the bar when I saw how the people stilled when the door opens. Standing just at the entrance is Ethan Velasquez with his famous black suit and silver watch, looking like an angry predator ready to ravish his victim. I don’t know what to do but I just find my feet stocked at the floor, not knowing where to go. Every girls stop at their tracks and tried their shot while he is busy looking inside the club. One girl almost stumbles when she tries to kiss him. The guys cannot do anything but to bow