Ethan Winters Death Novels & Stories

Though Ethan hated the guy, he gave him business opportunities, just to make Rachel's life easier. Unfortunately, that man messed up a simple drug production, causing bacterial contamination. Many people died. Ethan had to clean up the mess, barely able to keep things under control. One stormy night, Rachel called him. She could not sleep because she was scared of the thunder. Her husband was away, and she asked him to come over. Ethan was still so obsessed with her that he actually drove out in the middle of a snowstorm. He was involved in an accident and died at 55.

Ethan's voice grew softer. "So Collins left the military and got a job as a bodyguard for a wealthy family. I looked up to him so much. I wanted to be just like him when I grew up." "Where is this perfect, mighty brother of yours now?" I asked gently. Ethan's smile faded completely. "Six feet under at St. Cathedral Cemetery." A shiver ran down my spine. I didn't know what to say. "He was murdered and dropped in front of our door," Ethan continued, his voice flat and emotionless now. "Clean bullet wound to the head."

“Wouldn’t want to miss out on your payment.” I give him my most ‘go to hell’ stare. “It seems reasonable if I’m knocked up with a baby I wasn’t planning on otherwise.” Ansel looks down at his desk. His lips are pursued, like he’s biting his tongue. I tuck the folder under my arm. “Ethan is dead.” He doesn’t react at all. “I know,” he says. “Your men obviously chased him down to the point that he lost control of his vehicle and plowed through a guardrail.” The emotion of it catches me again. I try not to start crying.

"In a country like America that preaches justice and fairness. Do we believe Mr. Greyson deserves to win business man of the year or is he supposed to be put behind bars for all his crimes against humanity? A man who tried to kill me two months ago but failed." Greyson's face was the funniest to look at. He looked like he'd just seen a ghost and in retrospect, he had. The entire world thought Ethan was dead. We even did a funeral and everything to keep Greyson from coming after him. Ethan had been in CLMS forca Total it two weeks and when he'd woken up, he had told the doctors to announce his death and we had spent the free time we had plotting. On the day, he'd been shot, he'd kept one flas

"You can barely stand. What good will you do her like this?" His amber eyes flashed with Alpha authority. "Call Maxwell. Tell him to bring the car around. Now." Within twenty minutes, against medical advice, Ethan was being helped into his SUV. I watched from my wheelchair, a mixture of emotions churning inside me. Part of me felt relief at the thought of Olivia Winters gone forever. But seeing Ethan's anguish cut deeper than I expected. "Be careful," I called as the car door closed. He didn't even look back. (Ethan's POV)

Inside the room, Ethan lay still on the hospital bed, his body pale and lifeless. Mira fell to her knees beside him, holding his cold hand. “You idiot,” she cried softly. “Why did you have to be the hero now?” She laid her head on his chest, sobbing quietly. “I wish… I was a better husband,” Ethan’s voice echoed faintly in her mind — the last words he had managed to say before he stopped breathing. She covered her mouth, her heart shattering all over again. Moments later, her sister Lyra and her parents rushed into the hospital, followed by her brother.

Wesley "Good morning his honor and those present. I want to express freely that I am not the murderer of Max Stuart. The night Max was assassinated, I was in the room of a colleague, we, the people of high command in society, are informed of every movement made by a member of the same society. That night I received a message that behind Max Stuart's car another had been following him for some time. I left the room taking my car towards Max Stuart's house, I arrived at the scene, everything was in order, it seemed that he was asleep, I got a little closer, it was there that I saw a shot in his head, the strange thing is that there was no blood anywhere, I immediately left the room. My in

To protect me? But that wasn’t my main concern right now, because in the distance, I could see what looked like the red and blue flashing of police lights through one of the broken windows of the warehouse. Ethan didn’t see it, as he was too focused on his story. I just needed to keep him talking for a little longer… “You’re sure of this?” I asked. “The Mother Witch was sure of it? Can she prove it?” Ethan chuckled. “She can’t prove it now, because she’s dead. I killed her.”

A hush settled over the space while Ethan took it all in. He saw it all - how every date lined up with my fall during that earlier time. Moments mattered, especially when both were spotted in the east wing right when things shifted. Messages had been wiped, yet traces remained: Victor calling me a burden because of the merger, Gwen answering back with notes on how I kept getting worse. Only when silence filled the room did Ethan lean away. A sudden whiteness crossed his skin before heat surged into his cheeks. Shame crashed down hard once he understood what they had done. The two people he trusted most had planned her death together.

He almost gave me cardiac arrest. Girl dies from the sound of the door opening. Gareth Noland arrested for murder, Witnessed confessed he’d seen the scene right in front of his eyes. My thoughts was interrupted- “Fuck!” And that was Ethan.