Ethan Winters Novels & Stories

Narrator’s POV After they settled in, Emily’s mother, Winter, could not hold herself back. She smiled proudly and began to speak. “My dear Emily is so lucky. She has such good taste in choosing a man. Ethan is very reliable, and he takes good care of her,” she said, then paused and looked at Grace. “You may not know this, since you do not watch movies much, but Ethan is a very capable man. He has won three Best Screenwriter awards for three consecutive years, and also a Best Actor award in the movie industry.”

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I blurted out abruptly, anything to end the conversation about why I needed saving as a child. “Still…” she continued, “I'm glad you're here with me now. Daddy said the snow is worsening so our snow vacation is still on.” “I guess so.” I shrugged casually, “Hopefully, the lights come up even if it's for a little bit”. “It won't." His deepened bass entered as his presence came in before he did. Ethan was back inside the house after his snow inspection. In the last few days, he made it a habit to spend his mornings mostly outside watching the snow levels.

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"Both of our parents married not so long ago Sky! So obviously he is my stepbrother duh!" Ethan Maxwell, stepson of Josephine Maxwell. Now I could join the dots. "Ladies and Gentlemen," Our attention turned towards the stage where Mr Arrogant aka Ethan with Victoria was about to announce. "I am glad that you all are able to join us to be a part of tonight's celebration. So Let's cheer for my devil, petulant, just kidding. Lovely sister Elle's eighteenth birthday." The crowd laughed, cheered and then erupted into raising a toast towards the birthday girl.

With a strange sense of finality, I climbed into bed and cut the lights. Across the valley, Ethan stepped out of his command center and into his private quarters. He went to pull his curtains shut but stopped when he saw the blizzard. He stood there for a long time, his breath fogging the glass. His mind drifted to a winter five years ago. I had spent weeks knitting a heavy charcoal sweater for him. He’d always hated the itch of wool, preferring his tactical gear. But the moment I’d handed it to him, he’d pulled it on. He could still feel the phantom thrum of his heart from that night.

' Ethan Wharton asked with a cold face and a heavy voice, 'Did you tell Kristen Healey that you went to see the island? Xewinter was stunned, a little incredulous: 'Ethan, what are you talking about? Why am I telling her this? I'm just passing by to see it. Who knows so many things have happened. ' 'Xenos Winter, I warn you, don't bother Kristen Healey, or I won't let you go.' Ethan Wharton warned in a cold voice that Kristen Healey was his bottom line, and he would never tolerate anyone disturbing Kristen Healey's life.

She even had the same pale pink lips and small straight nose. It was on New Years Eve when things finally took a dark turn for Ethan. He had been working long hours with little reprieve. Christmas was celebrated in this pack but it has been a pitiful affair of soggy roast potatoes and overcooked chicken. The weather had been miserable, raining freezing droplets every day to the point Ethan's fingers were numb and his socks and boots full of water.

Had this man arrived a long time ago? She would have left earlier if she had realized it. “Ethan, someone’s here to pick me up. Thank you for the offer,” Adina smiled as she said. Ethan frowned and looked at Duke before his frown deepened. “Addy, are you and Mr. Winters…” “Ahem!” Adina stroked her nose awkwardly. “Alden and Mel are with the Winters family, so I’m going back with Mr. Winters to pick them up.”

Eliot got the gist and said, “Don’t tell me: wait for summer to come, right?” Ethan liked having his mind read. Eliot would pick up on dinner drudgery sooner than those before him. “Actually, in the winter, the place gets very grey and dark. We come for Christmas. Otherwise, it’s a ghost town.” “And what else do you do here at Christmas besides roast chestnuts and drink soda?” He was teasing. Ethan offered the same smile as before. He understood, said nothing, and they laughed. Eliot asked what he did. Ethan played tennis. Swam. Jogged. Read. Learned the family business.