Ethan Winters Face Novels & Stories

“Well, can you blame her? You did cheat on her with Kate and divorced her.” Ryan shot him another glare. “I don’t need a reminder.” Ethan smirked. “Just saying. Maybe this is her way of getting even—stringing you along, making you chase her.” Ryan clenched his jaw, his fingers tightening around his glass. “It’s working.” Ethan laughed. “Damn, I never thought I’d see the day Ryan Winters actually admitted to being whipped.” Ryan groaned, leaning back in his chair. “Shut up.” Ethan grinned before taking a sip of his own drink. “Well, while you’re busy drowning in your problems, at least I’m having fun.”

He looked like a man who had just set his entire life on fire and was standing back to watch it burn. ​Down on the ice, Ethan slowly pushed himself up to his knees, wiping a smear of blood from his nose with the back of his hand. He followed Vincent’s line of sight, looking straight up at where I was standing, my hands trembling against the cold metal railing. ​The look on Ethan’s face wasn't anger anymore. ​It was absolute, shattered realization.

"He’s already claimed! Who do you think summoned that blizzard just now? And did you think that drone navigated the rafters on its own for the fun of it?!" The student scratched the back of his neck, looking down at the snow. "I guess I was too slow on the skates again." At that exact moment, the heavy crunch of boots on frozen gravel echoed from behind us. I turned and found myself looking into Ethan’s sophisticated, razor-sharp face. Under the pale, pearlescent glow of Valeria’s moon, his features looked as though they had been carved from the very ice of the rink. "Hello... Sir..." The hockey player watched as Ethan moved to stand at my side, trying to place the older man’s rank. "You mus

I don't want to complicate things between is any further Okayyyy Ethan's planning something big 😁😁😩😩 Watch out Ava

Silvia really did not know how to face Ethan when he was acting this way. She tried to find someone to defuse her embarrassment, but Wendy and the others had automatically moved further away when Ethan came to her earlier. It was Autumn who helped her out. Autumn was drinking a yogurt drink that Jane had bought her.. When Autumn heard Ethan mention the person he liked, she raised her head and asked curiously, “Uncle, who is the person you like?” Ethan was originally looking at Silvia with a deep look in his eyes, but upon hearing Autumn’s question, he could not help but look down at her and say with a smile, “Do you want to know?”

"Thanks to your wife for sending those masked men to beat me. I got seven stitches in my lip because of her. Seven, Ethan. Do you know how hard it is to talk right now? Do you know how much it hurts just to breathe?" Ethan's face went pale. He took a step back like I had hit him. "What?" he said. "No. No way. My wife would never do that. Juliana would never—" "Would never what?" I cut him off. "Would never hire three men to attack me in a parking garage? Would never record a video confessing everything? Would never tell someone named Adrian to 'make it look like an accident'?"

He was frozen, watching to see what would become of his colleague, and didn’t react as Ethan wrapped his hand around his throat and threw him on the sand next to the other one. They both stared up at him in horror. Ethan bared his teeth at them and glanced back at me to make sure I was okay. I nodded my head, rubbing the blossoming bruises on my arms, and blinked as he turned back to the rogue wolves. The other five that Ethan had been up against before had retreated, smartly might I add, and these were the only two left. “You hurt my wife,” Ethan glared down at them, chest heaving. “We’re sorry!” One of them put his hands together, begging for his life. “We didn’t mean to.”

The suite in the West Wing was silent, save for the crackling of the fire Dr. Vane had insisted on lighting. Emily sat by the window, staring out at the courtyard below. She was watching her husband. Ethan stood in the center of the snowy garden, surrounded by a group of Ancient Alphas. He looked exhausted—his shoulders slumped, his gestures sharp and irritable. He had been managing the fallout of the Red Valley disaster for twelve hours straight. Then, she appeared.

Wolf Nation Times pops up first on my screen of news outlets. ’MURDER AT THE CLAIMING DISRUPTS CELEBRATIONS’ ’ARIANA ERICKSON MATED TO ALPHA ARES MARTIN OF FREEDOM RIDGE PACK, DOES THIS MEAN WAR IN WOLF NATION?’ ’FORMER ALPHA LUCIAN CHEATS LOOPHOLE WITH SUICIDE’

However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”