Ethan Winters Face Novels & Stories

‘He’s indeed a decent man. Everett became calmer when he noticed Alden had relaxed and was no longer so worked up. “That’s why I want to tell you about it. I guess there’s no need for me to say what’s on my mind. Mr. Winters, I’m sure you know this too,” Everett said weakly. “What is it?” Alden asked out of reflex. He regretted it after he asked the question. Sure enough, the next second, Everett looked at Ninian affectionately and said, “I know the Winters family is pursuing this matter. Ninian was hurt by this. Now that we have the information, let’s take revenge together.”

I was determined to let Ethan realize the consequences of his actions. Before long, Ethan strode in, looking impatient. He said, "It's about time you apologized. Why haven't you just done this before? How many times do I have to tell you that Mandy and I are just like siblings? And what are you doing in this dump? It's so depressing." His words trailed off as his gaze was drawn to a photograph on the wall—an enlarged portrait of Heidi smiling radiantly. Ethan froze, his expression a mix of disbelief and horror. After a few seconds, he snapped out of it and flew into a rage.

“And definitely not you.” My chest was heaving. I pressed a hand over my stomach without thinking. “You need to leave.” He shook his head violently. “No, you don’t understand. I thought the fire ended it. But he found a way out. He always does. And now he’s here, wearing a new face, spinning a new story—” The front door opened with a heavy click. I jumped and Dr. Marks did too. Ethan stepped inside, keys in hand, phone still pressed to his ear. His eyes swept the room in an instant, taking in me, pale and tense, and Marks, too close for comfort. His whole body stiffened.

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.

"How'd you get in here?" "The door was unlocked and I stole Mr.Byers key last year." Mr.Byers was one of the janitors. "How did you?" "Mr.Fletcher gave me the key last year for a project, I never gave it back." I told him bluntly before turning and looking back out the window. "It's the best time of the year, you know, when the ground is covered with snow but not so much snow that you can't walk through it without your socks getting wet." Dallas spoked softly as he slowly started walking towards me. My back was towards him.

"You're right. That's what I actually want to do, but I guess people like me who live to be liked by other people would find it hard to do that." I was about to speak again, but Winter suddenly moved her face closer to me. I put the cutlery down and leaned on my swivel chair. "W-What is it?" She kept on moving her face closer to mine until she raises her hand and wiped the corner of my mouth with her thumb. "You have something on your lips." Then the door suddenly went open with that awkward scene. "Winter?!"

“She's here because I want her here.“ Ethan replied calmly. “She isn't supposed to be here.“ Another elder spoke. “A woman has never sat among us, not even a Luna. She doesn't belong here the same way a goat doesn't belong to a banquet hall.“ He said sternly. “You might be a community elder, Tobias.“ Ethan replied. “But you're here in my territory as a guest, attending the meeting that I've summoned. My Luna is going to stay right where she wants to stay.“ There was a brief pause and a stare-down between the two men before the elder sat back in his chair, a clear indication of his surrender. Ethan, at this point, stood up. “I welcome all of you once again.“ He started. “Each one of you seate

Just like hers—though I didn’t know who she was. Downstairs, the training yard was already alive with movement. Warriors sharpening blades, brushing pelts, preparing to impress the elders under tonight’s blood moon. I passed them quietly, head high, shoulders straight. But the whispers never stopped. Whispers from parents to children. From the young wolves to the old ones. “Do you know that the Beta was found in the snow? Like a cursed thing.” “Alpha Blaine just took her in to save face.” “How could she even become the Beta?”

I thought about being four years old and that sure, I thought about what it cost and what it was worth. Parents arrived in the particular way of people who are trying to appear casual about something they are not remotely casual about: phones out, good angles identified, the collective held breath of people about to be completely undone by small children singing about weather. Ethan had not been to one of these before, I knew that without asking, through observation, through the texture of his silences. He'd missed the winter one. He'd been in Tokyo, he'd sent flowers to the nursery, which Lily had accepted graciously and which had not, she'd made clear, been quite the same.

"Go ahead, Nik. Thank you." She nodded. Did some kind of computer magic and a new window popped up on the screen. Ethan was sitting at one of his computer stalls. His hair was crazy, his eyes lit with mania and fervor. He had a giant smile on his face. "Willow, you stupid bitch," Ryker snarled, pulled me closer into his body.