Ethan Reyes Killer Novels & Stories

determined. "It's really him," Ethan murmured. "You know him?" I asked. He nodded once. "Barely." After a moment's hesitation, Ethan unlocked the door—but left the security chain fastened. "What are you doing here, Detective?" The detective didn't waste time. "Ryan Carter is dead." "We've already heard." "No," the detective corrected quietly. "You've heard the official story." A heavy silence settled over the room. "What are you talking about?" Ethan asked.

Did Luciano Reyes just ask her to marry him or was he joking? The Killer

Isn't he supposed to be happy that David came to get justice for his beloved Lana by hurting her ' killer '? Or maybe he was not helping me. Maybe he was just annoyed that the woman he loved, Lana, had dated the douchebag before. " You... What is your problem? So you even know what she did?" David yelled as he massaged his wrist. " She killed Lana, Lana for fuck sake which so happens to be your girlfriend and the mother of your unborn child!" Ethan shook his head before snorting at David in disgust. " I'm not going to explain myself to you; get out now. " He roared, and Jameson, David's lawyer, flinched, taking a step back.

But just as I turned the corner, a sleek black car rolled up and stopped directly in front of me. I blinked. Once. Twice. The window lowered slowly, revealing a man with dark, stormy eyes and a face that looked like it belonged on a Forbes cover. Ethan Cole . What was he doing here? My stomach flipped. My feet rooted to the ground. I thought we were done. I thought I’d never see him again after that… unfortunate incident in the hospital. But here he was. Out of the hospital. Out of nowhere. And staring right at me. “Ariana Carter ,” he said calmly. “Get in.”

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.

He’d left Nancy and Renee and Stockton and that sordid crime behind him, as if it had never happened. Rocky thought he was prepared for this, but he wasn’t. In the courtroom, he learned that his little sister’s throat had been slashed six times. He saw pictures of her facedown in the mud, her left hand on her back. He wasn’t prepared to see Reyes, the paunchy, middle-aged man who’d killed Renee, wasn’t prepared for the ordinariness of him: his slouch, his thinning hair. Reyes told the court that no, he never spent much time thinking of Renee or Nancy. Very rarely did he remember what he’d done. He argued that it had been consensual and described in great detail how he had pulled down Renee’s

He was a prisoner who had been framed by his own blood for the crime of being a witness. Kai reached out and turned the phone face down, silencing the wood, but the air in the cabin remained charged. It felt like a storm was sitting right outside the door, the barometric pressure dropping until my ears began to pop. He leaned forward, pulling me back against his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder. His skin was ice, but his grip was iron. "Is this the part where we run?" he asked. "No," I said, my eyes still glued to the monitor. "This is the part where we wait for the response. Ethan is a creature of ego. He won't just sit in the dark while his legacy turns to ash. He’s going to try to k

Ethan looked at Linus, and he was pissed off, but he quickly linked Keith to prepare the army and inform Malcolm and Sebastien of what had happened before they got to him. Ethan planned on buying time, so he maintained a calm exterior. "Why do this? Why take over our home?" Ethan asked, and Levi and Joseph knew he was trying to buy time. Meanwhile, Meadow was in Joseph's arms, shaking like a leaf from the rush of memories and broken compulsion. "He did it. He killed Alpha Cain. I remember now." Meadow said, and Linus laughed. "Ace breeds, hard to tame," Linus said, and Ethan fought the urge to attack and kill him.

"Well, you know, you don't have to be sorry. And yes, I did it. I killed the driver. His death means nothing. We'll all die someday anyway." Ethan turned to look at the person talking behind him, while he still kept his kneel collided to the ground. It was La Muérte. The man whom Ethan feared all his life in New Hilton. The man who always wears glasses. The man who caused havock and brought pain to many people in Mexico. The murderer who even tried to kill Ethan's father one time. This was the same guy that Ethan met at the bar. The one who took Amanda home. "Don't be scared. I just want you to do a tiny winny favor for me. Would you do that?" La Muérte smiled so widely that it would scared

Ethan promised to grant my request. I was on the way to the police station when Eric texted me, confirming that Arturo Montes is now dead for real. It was all over the news that his own son killed him. I called my contact in the NBI to block out the media in the incident. I first saw Calen walking towards my car as I parked it inside the station. “Kuya, how’s Ate and Chelsey?” He asked as I step out of the car. I tapped his shoulder.