Ethan Winters Daughter Novels & Stories

So I turned and followed him into the house. I could hear a man and woman yelling at the warriors inside and they were obviously the parents. I didn’t blame them for being so upset. But once they saw Ethan walk in, they stopped yelling. They weren’t going to disrespect the Alpha. Not even with their 14 year old daughter missing. Ethan was shown straight to the girls’ bedroom and I went into the kitchen where her parents are. “Hi. I’m Summer. I know that you’ve probably heard of me, but I wanted to introduce myself. Listen, if anyone is going to find your daughter then it will be Alpha Ethan. I know that.” I explained.

When Matthew saw that Lara's face turned red with anger, he looked at Ethan and said in an angry voice, "Do you know who you are insulting? My wife is Lara William, your grandfather's only daughter" Hearing this, Ethan said, "I didn't know that my grandfather had another daughter. Anyway, it is good to see you, but from now on, don't throw stones at me again. It is a bad habit, and my mother taught me this." Saying this, Ethan entered the room.

she mumbled like she had regretted giving birth to her daughter. James couldn't help but glare at his wife. “You regretted giving birth to my daughter, huh?” he asked with his darkened eyes. “I didn't know that you were like this, Myra...” he shook his head in disbelief. Disappointment clouded his eyes as he gaze at his crying wife. He just stood there in the corner and refuse to pacify his woman. “Aunt, please tell me...” Ethan began. “Why are you saying that your daughter is a killer?” he asked with his heart starting to beat wildly.

her soft sobs echoed in the still night. But then the blonde girl's wails, piercing and mournful, resounded when she discovered the dead driver. I motioned to one of my men to take care of the situation. My daughter was obviously duped to believe the girl was human. Erina’s confused question hung in the air. She started when she heard the she-wolf’s cries and tried to free herself from my grip. “Listen to me, girl!” I shook her to get her to focus on me. “You need to go back, Erina!”

For a fleeting second, the ghostly image of a great golden wolf flickered over his body, looked at the window with ancient, tired eyes, and then dissolved into nothing. I watched, silent tears tracking down my face. Not for the man he became. But for the boy I once loved, and the tragic, twisted fate that consumed us both. Ethan walked over, holding our daughter. "What are you crying about?" "Nothing," I wiped my tears. "Just feeling a little sad." After handling Owen's arrangements, we left the sanitorium. The sun was bright, the spring breeze warm. Ethan gently stroked our daughter's little face. "She looks like you."

"Look at me! I am dead! Your older daughter is dead!" But my voice could not reach the living world. A nurse came in. "Do you want to register her for observation?" "Yes." My father stood up right away. "What do we need to do?" The nurse wrote on her pad. "Patient name is Iris Vance?" "Yes." "And the other one?" The nurse looked up. "The medics said there was another young person hurt at the scene." My mother and father looked at each other. "Oh, you mean Nova?" My mother waved her hand. Her voice was not quite sure. "She is fine. She just bumped herself. She is resting at home."

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

"Come home with me, Joy." As he led me down the corridor, a piercing cold climbed from the soles of my feet to the base of my skull. He was like an intricate spiderweb, and I was just a helpless little creature caught within it, never meant to escape. Time passed. My father's surgery was a success. My mother's condition steadily improved. On the day she was discharged, Ethan arrived cradling a blonde-haired, blue-eyed little girl in his arms. He wore a soft and gentle smile I had never seen on him before. "Joy, meet our little angel. From now on, she's your daughter."

I failed her and all for nothing. “Man! This is depressing. We were supposed to be getting drunk and forgetting anything and everything to do with Olivia Williams.” “Black.” Luke corrected. “What?” Ethan was confused. I was too at first until I figured it out. “She is not a Williams but a Black. She is my daughter, Olivia Black.” Ethan laughed. “Oh, man! I think the pathetic one here is you. look at you claiming her like that after giving us that big speech.” Silence followed his words.

"Both of our parents married not so long ago Sky! So obviously he is my stepbrother duh!" Ethan Maxwell, stepson of Josephine Maxwell. Now I could join the dots. "Ladies and Gentlemen," Our attention turned towards the stage where Mr Arrogant aka Ethan with Victoria was about to announce. "I am glad that you all are able to join us to be a part of tonight's celebration. So Let's cheer for my devil, petulant, just kidding. Lovely sister Elle's eighteenth birthday." The crowd laughed, cheered and then erupted into raising a toast towards the birthday girl.