Novel & Cerita Ethan Winters Face

A few more minutes passed and they asked the two of us questions and we answered with lies. We almost couldn't answer when mom asked questions about the woman Ethan was with because mom sometimes sees Ethan with a woman and Tita sometimes sees me with a man. Of course, Ethan also has female acquaintances and there are many who like him as a girl, very close and very close to him. When it comes to the man, Ethan is good at keeping secrets, he is very careful that no one will know and recognize him when he and his man go out.

"Aria, I'll be gone for two days. Our competitor's making a move, and I have to handle it myself. Just stay home and wait for me, okay?" I nodded quietly. When Ethan saw how composed I looked, he exhaled in relief, gave me a quick hug, and headed out. His performance was flawless, slipping between Sandy and me as if it cost him nothing. I watched him go and then glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall. This might be the last time we ever see each other in this life. That afternoon, a photo of an ultrasound report popped up on my phone, followed immediately by a video. In it, Ethan was holding Sandy gently by the waist, kissing her belly. The tenderness on his face was something he'd neve

He held my gaze a second longer, and I broke it by looking away. Jesus, he was annoying. Harley looked between us and nodded. “Okay. You know each other.” I gave him a dry look. “I do not know this man.” “She’s my ex,” Ethan said. I blinked. What? Harley chuckled uncomfortably. “Explains it.” “What?” Ethan ignored me and adjusted his hold on his suitcase. “That’s why I cannot stay in a room with my ex. My wife would be beyond pissed if she finds out,” he said, and I stared, stunned into silence.

On the deck, Ethan approached me with his group, his face full of arrogance. He said, "Listen, Lucas. I won't forget this. Just you wait." I couldn't help laughing at how ridiculous he looked. Whether I helped or not was my choice. What was he even barking about? "Wait for what?" I scoffed. "Wait for me to fire Maria?"

During the police's chaotic sweep, I slipped through the passage to an alley behind the warehouse, where I changed into a plain T-shirt and jeans from my bag, pulling a cap low over my face. A beat-up sedan waited in the shadows. The window rolled down, revealing Wallace Pearson's weathered face. He used to be my mother's trusted driver, retiring after her death. I had contacted him right after my rebirth. "Miss, everything's ready," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. As the car left the city, I glanced back at the distant Winters Mansion, shrouded in twilight. From this moment, Eira Winters ceased to exist. Only an adversary, determined to reclaim her mother's legacy, remained.

"You are a weak, fatherless Omega! You have absolutely no right to reject an Alpha! You should be on your knees begging for his mercy, not casting him aside!" Lane ignored the old woman entirely, keeping her eyes fixed on Ethan’s pale face. "You owe me this, Ethan," she whispered, her voice a sharp, undeniable command. "End it." Ethan stared at her, his heart suddenly hammering against his ribs as a strange, instinctual panic seized his wolf. His fingers trembled against his belt. "Is this truly what you want, Lane? Look at me. Once the words are spoken, there is no turning back. You will be completely on your own."

It was Adam, "Ethan, Beta Hanson is awake. You need to come quickly." At Adam's words, Ethan still unsatisfied erection disappeared. He thew his shirt back on and followed Adam into another room where Beta Hanson rested. He looked terrible but better than he had earlier. He sat up slightly when he saw Ethan. "Ethan, your father, it's a trap.", he said weakly. "I'm too late. I'm sorry, there's hundreds of them Ethan. They're not interested in peace. They're going to torture and kill him on the order of Alpha Conway."

Elle had tagged me, Chris and Ethan in one of the group photos we have taken yesterday. At first glance, one would not find anything peculiar about the picture. There was Elle, me and Chris. We were goofing at the Camera. Mostly them, trying to get a rise out of me by tickling me on the spot. Victoria appeared bossy and quite uninterested, with her on-point supermodel expression. What piqued my interest was Ethan. He was staring at me. Yes, instead of staring at the camera like we were, it became evident where his vision had been focused.

High-powered flashlights cut through the smoke, pinning us in their glare. "Drop the weapon! Hands in the air!" Ethan didn't look at the police. He didn't look at the hard drive. He looked at the photo of the woman he had mourned for two decades—the woman who had allowed him to become a monster in her name. "Ethan, look at me," I said, grabbing his face, forcing him to see me. "We have to go. Now." He looked at me, and for the first time, I didn't see the "Ice King" or the "Monster." I saw a little boy who had just realized the world was much darker than he ever imagined.

He spilled some sunscreen on Ethan’s hand and rubbed it on his face, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t want you getting burned,” Eliot said with a wink. Ethan liked him because he cared about him. No one except his mother had cared that much about him. The breeze was old and raining on them, giving a clue that it would rain later. “What does one do around here?” Eliot asked. “Nothing. Wait for summer to end.” “What does one do in the winter, then?” Ethan smiled at the answer he was about to give. Eliot got the gist and said, “Don’t tell me: wait for summer to come, right?”