Ethan Winters Daughter Novels & Stories

she spoke tight-lipped. Naomi Rutherford, the daughter of the alpha. She would be here too, the woman that Ethan was promised to. A large man, this one fat and ageing, stepped out of the car with the help of other guards and caught his breath. I wonder how an Alpha could get so fat. He walked up to Edgar and there was an exchange of firm handshakes. A young woman, at least in her early twenties stepped out. She was an attractive brunette, with brown eyes. Ethan stepped forward and received her hands and planted a kiss on them.

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

Autumn could tell she wasn't really hungry, but Rain was too polite to refuse the offering. "Thank you for everything," Rain continued, and her voice was heavy with a sadness that made Autumn's chest tighten. "For getting us out of those cells. For bringing us with you. But I need to know..." She paused, her hands trembling slightly where they gripped the tray. "Where is my daughter? She's not... she's not dead too, is she?" "Mum," Ethan's voice came from the bedroll. He sat up, apparently not asleep after all. His eyes were red-rimmed, like maybe he'd been crying earlier.

I'll find my brother first, and then I'll come back to see you. Ethan told me that my daughter was having a good time at the Nightfang House. Her Highness, the Queen liked the child very much, even if she had heart disease. She still cared about her. I'm relieved with Her Highness, the Queen around. I'm not afraid of Calista hurting my child. Here we are. Ethan turned around and smiled at me. Let's go get the boarding pass. I nodded, and was about to follow him through the security check, when my right wrist was suddenly grabbed by a cold hand.

“Is your father dead? Is that why he didn’t protect you, or your mother? Was it the Rogues?” “No,” I shook my head. “No, he’s not dead.” “Then where is he?” Ethan asked. I ducked my head and curled up. I didn’t want to tell him. But he needed all the information if he was going to find my mother. “He’s Arthur,” I said. You're Alpha Arthur's daughter?” Ethan yelped. “You're the Alpha Daughter?” “No, Eva is. Her mother is the Luna, and Arthur's wife. I'm just his lover's bastard.”

Another yells that all Southerners will die. The skin on my arms turns to gooseflesh. The crowd has swallowed me, my shoulders are knocked by big muscular arms, and I catch flashes of weapons and clan colors and eyes filled with hate. I need to find Ethan. If these Wolves realize I’m the king’s daughter, I’ll be torn apart. I don’t think a collar will save me now. I’m not sure even Ethan can. A part of me wonders if he will even notice if they descend upon me. Someone from his clan has been injured. He is distracted. He has more important things to be worrying about than me.

"Billionaire Ethan” There were a Lot of Ethan but as she already knew the one she's looking for, “Ethan with a daughter” it wasn't hard for her locating his profile. “Ethan Harlow” Was the day. She dropped her food on the standby desk and focus on the information in front of her. He had a 6 years old daughter, and was divorced 5 years ago, that was when his daughter was 1 year old, His wife had made away with another man on their daughters' birthday. It mustn't have been easy for him” Irish sympathetically said.

she said softly, looking up at him, “can we have ice cream tomorrow? And can you read me a story tonight?” Ethan smiled, his eyes full of love as he stroked her hair. “Of course, princess. Ice cream and the longest story you want. Whatever makes my girls happy.” Cecilia watched them with tears in her eyes. She reached over and took Ethan’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “I love seeing you two like this,” she whispered. “You’re such a good father to her.” Ethan lifted her hand and kissed it. “She’s my daughter. In every way that matters. I love her as much as I love you.”

“Daddy!” Daddy? Ethan appeared from the hallway, striding toward us with urgency in his eyes. Ember ran, launching herself into his arms. Ethan held her tightly, breathing out like he’d been holding his fear in his chest. A daughter. Ethan had a daughter. And I… I lost mine. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. He finally looked at me over Ember’s shoulder—his expression rigid, posture stiff, as if something invisible pressed against him. Ember pointed at me.

Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed as she studied Ethan's face more closely. "Wait... I know you," Caitlyn whispered, a sudden realization dawning on her. "You're the boy Sylvia tried to get rid of. She showed me your picture." An evil, mocking smile spread across Caitlyn's face as she took a step toward Ethan. "So you are the one who got my daughter into this mess." She turned back to Anna, who was leaning heavily against a chair. "Oh, sister. So you couldn't give birth yourself, and now you're adopting a charity case who lost his family? That is pathetic, even for you.”