Ethan Winters Daughter Novels & Stories

“And you, why have you not gone to check on your daughter? I mean it’s understood that you did not apologize for what you did on her birthday but ignoring her this time is very wild. What did she do to you?” “I will be leaving now with Jasmine,” Ethan declared as he made to leave. I ran to the entrance and blocked it. “No, you won’t!” “I refuse to tell sorry for a bastard puppy,” Ethan shockingly said to me while he looked at me eyeball to eyeball. I was frozen at my spot. Did Ethan just call my child, his beloved daughter a bastard puppy? This revelation was wild. “Bastard puppy you say?” I questioned him. “Yes,” “Can you explain sharply? Because we made this baby together. How is she a bas

What kind of extraordinary son did Ethan produce? ***

"And I am proud of his savagery. We live in a cruel world, Ethan. It's a one-way route, either kill or get killed and if my son knew how to rule this dark world then you should be happy about it. Let's cut to the chase, your daughter will be well protected in Vancouver. Ethan stared at Ryan. " My daughter is a princess, I can't see a single tear in her eyes, Ryan. If I see a single tear in her eyes, I will tear your son into so many tiny pieces that no one will be able to recognize his face," Ethan warned but that warning only made Ryan chuckle.

The big boy and the other girl flinched, their feet staggering backwards. Cherish and Chelsea were also shocked, their hearts beating so fast, as if an alarm had suddenly gone off. But both of them stayed where they were. Cherish remembered that Narsha had told them that they're not running away again. Ethan pulled the tall girl's arm, who was whimpering in pain. He asked in a low, sharp voice. “What were you about to do to my daughter?” Hearing those last words, the tall girl and her gang stared, not knowing if Ethan's words were true. “Da-daughter? Yours?”

Before I left, I'd make sure the butler, Bill Jennings, reminded him. I went into the kitchen, pretending to ignore them. After changing, Ethan came downstairs with four matching hats. Katrina cheered and put the hats on herself and James. Then she grabbed another and stood on her tiptoes, carefully placing it on Zoe's head. "It fits perfectly!" she exclaimed. "That must be Zoe's size, right? Daddy, you're so thoughtful!" Clapping excitedly, she urged, "Daddy, let's go! I can't wait to go to the amusement park. I want to take lots of pictures and put them in the frame next to my bed!"

Richard walked up to him. "When she needed you most, you canceled her credit card. She had no money to pay for your daughter's treatment, so she knelt outside the gates of this estate for an entire day and night. While she was in that hospital holding your child together — you were watching the Northern Lights with Iris. You were in Antarctica, watching penguins." Ethan dropped to his knees. His fist slammed into the hardwood — once, twice — and his knuckles split open. He didn't feel it.

“Here Grandpa, I'll do it.” He looks up at me in surprise. “You look beautiful, Callie.” I know he's shocked to see me down here and to see me functioning as a human. I'm not better, but I'm trying really hard for the kids today. This was always Wilder's favorite holiday and he passed it on to the kids. Even though I want to lay in my bed all day in the dark and cry for years, I don't. I forced myself to get out of bed.

My chest rose and fell in short, sharp breaths. A sinking, hollow pain tore through me. Not because Ethan had been perfect, far from it but because nobody deserved to die like that. Not even Ethan. “Where is she?” I finally managed, my voice trembling. “Where is Dawn?” “Inside,” he replied. “In the living room. She… she didn’t take it well.” Of course, she didn’t. How could she? “How did she…” I felt my throat closing. “Is she alone? “Your daughter is fine,” he cut in quickly. “We made sure she is.

the young woman complained. She was Ethan's daughter, Christina Jackson. The earlier young beauty immediately spoke up. "Christina, look at the times we're living in. Being able to eat at all is already a blessing. Don't be so picky." Her name was Jennifer Cohan. Naturally, she wasn't Christina's biological mother—she was her stepmother. It wasn't that Ethan had been unfaithful. His first wife had died of illness, and he remarried soon after. The problem was this—

No one knew the anonymous packages were already on their way. The packages arrived at noon. One for each guest. They opened the boxes, confused, and found them stuffed with photos and documents. The photos told a chilling story. Ten-year-old Sera pushing her sister into a pool and standing on the edge watching her struggle. Another set of photos showed Sera's real life over the years. Nightclubs. Alcohol. A man she supported in secret. She was not doing business in Europe. She was throwing money away.