Ethan Winters Novels & Stories

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.

I carried them out. One night Ethan had a fight with his family, and Vivian happened to be out of the country, so there was no one to keep him company. He sat alone on his apartment floor and drank, empty bottles all around him. When I picked up the phone, his voice was slurred. "Nora, didn't you say you'd do anything?" "Yes." "Then go buy some rat poison and swallow it." I paused on my end of the line. Then I said okay. I went to an all-night convenience store, bought a packet, and got it down.

THE SECOND WINTER SPIRIT One week after the first winter spirit had appeared to Elena she couldn't sleep as her thoughts wandered wide concerning what she had been told. Exhausted, she retired to bed, still lost in her thoughts. The next morning she headed to Gardiana where she found some fairies practicing their magic and asked if she could practice with them but they all said no, making Elena feel bad. Even though Elena was a Fairy born of winter she got envious and hated by other fairies.

"Daven Cole does not have the sophistication to run something this complex, someone else built this, he was just the piece to you." The piece closest to me was what Daven was. Three years, a proposal, a wedding, all of it to get someone close enough to me to use me.. Daven had just been another piece on someone else's board. "Who " I said, my voice was steady even though I was not. "Ethan, who is behind this?" He looked at me for a moment. "I have a name, " he said. ". I need one more piece of evidence before I say it out loud because once I say it once we move on there is no going back and the person we are talking about will know immediately that we know."

Blake, dressed all in black, is certainly set apart from the rest, and I wonder if his people are elsewhere. People approach Ethan throughout the evening—speaking to him deferentially and dipping their heads when addressing him. Some ask about the siege and the whereabouts of the other Wolves who still haven’t returned. Ethan tells them he’s sent someone out to look for them, his jaw tensing as he relays this information. He must be worried about John. I am, too. I’ve no doubt Marius will have sent men after me. What if they caught up with the group Ethan and I left behind?

"The blue oil is at my throat. If you're going to kill me, do it before Matthew's wagons get the range. Don't let him have the satisfaction of watching the clock run out." Ethan didn't move. He lay on top of me in the red slush, the heavy rain washing the soot from his bare shoulders, leaving his skin pale and scarred under the violet sky. His chest rose and fell in long, ragged gasps that sounded like a dying forge. "Noah," he muttered, his forehead dropping against my collarbone, right next to the raw wounds left by his own silver collar. "You're freezing." "The oil... it's cold," I said, my eyes closing as the black smears in my vision finally merged into a single, solid wall of darkness.

“Leah, it’s Ethan. Lock your doors and stay away from the windows. You’re about to have visitors you didn’t invite.” Leah’s voice was sharp with confusion. “What are you talking about? I just got a knock on the—” A muffled, distant voice interrupted her through the call: “Miss Winters? We need you to come with us, ma’am. It’s about your employer.” Ethan’s blood ran cold. “Leah, do not open that door!” The elevator ride down from his penthouse felt like an eternity. Ethan’s Aston Martin roared to life the moment he slid into the driver’s seat, tearing through the city streets toward Westpoint Towers.

Ariana pov Ethan’s presence filled the doorway like he owned the entire world, which, considering his wealth, he probably did. He looked impossibly composed in his black tuxedo, every line was perfectly tailored to his frame. “Everyone out,” he said quietly, but the way he said it left absolutely no room for argument. “But Ethan…” Mom started. “ Now.” The photographer packed his equipment with record speed. The makeup artist grabbed her brushes. Even Mom seemed to understand this wasn’t a request.

Before I turned fifteen, I lived like a weed. Cold, damp, barely surviving. Then I met Ethan Hayes and Summer Reed. The first home-cooked meal anyone ever made for me was made by Summer. The first dress I ever owned was bought by Summer. The first birthday anyone ever celebrated for me was something Summer planned down to the smallest detail. She would carefully put ointment on the chilblains covering my hands. And she would tell everyone, over and over, that I was her best friend. As for Ethan... He was the one who pulled me away from a group of laughing street punks. He was the one who kicked open a door and rushed me to the hospital when my fever reached 104 degrees. He was the

Ethan says, smiling. Days have gone by, Alhamdulillah I am done with my exams. I am not going back home for the winter break this year. I will be staying in America. I am getting ready to follow Ethan for his family’s Christmas dinner. I don’t celebrate Christmas, but it does not mean I can’t eat what is made for the celebration. I did not want to go, but Ethan’s mom begged me to come over, and she is one hard lady to say no to. I just finished praying Isha, and I am putting on my earrings when the doorbell goes off. I walk over and open the door without looking because I know it's Ethan. I grab my handbag and we drive to his grandparents' house in his car.