Ethan Winters Novels & Stories

"Coming!" … Meanwhile, Ethan had spent the past few days in a daze. He turned down all work and social engagements. He switched off his phone and locked himself inside an empty house, surviving on nothing but alcohol. Until one day, someone pushed the door open. Ethan stiffened. He stumbled toward the figure at the door like a drowning man grasping for air. It was Mira. Her whole body was trembling with excitement. She had dressed up today. She was wearing the most revealing outfit with flawless makeup, just like how she was during the peak of her fame.

After reaching ~ 3rd Person's POV Well right now they are right infront of the river bridge, surrounded by the cold winds which was unexpected to all of them. The city has never been this cold but today it's like ice water winds and not just the wind even the weather here is cold due to the river water. "Woahh." Nishant said coming out the car as the winds immediately embraced him. They parked at the private area where people are generally not allowed to visit without authority permissions so there are absolutely no people except them.

"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.

Richard walked up to him. "When she needed you most, you canceled her credit card. She had no money to pay for your daughter's treatment, so she knelt outside the gates of this estate for an entire day and night. While she was in that hospital holding your child together — you were watching the Northern Lights with Iris. You were in Antarctica, watching penguins." Ethan dropped to his knees. His fist slammed into the hardwood — once, twice — and his knuckles split open. He didn't feel it.

Alexis gave a nervous laugh, to clear things up: "Oh, spoke the voice of experience! – mocked. “By the way, how old are you, Mr. Marcus?” Forcing a serious and heavy face, Ethan replied: " 32! " My God! Almost an elder! he teased, speaking in an overly dramatic way. Ethan bit back an exclamation, his mouth forming an “o” in mock"offense:

I tried to ignore the knock, but the person was persistent, and then I found out it was Ethan. I cursed under my breath and pulled myself off Winter, knowing he wouldn't stop knocking until I attended to him. Winter chuckled and quickly covered her body with a silk robe while I went to get the door. After Ethan finished getting the information he needed on Chelsea, he left the room so we could resume our session. Winter was obviously thrilled about Ethan fancying Chelsea, and she couldn't hide it. I made love to her, assuring her nothing would change or take away what we have, and she had nothing to worry about.

"Well, I guess the only thing to do is wish you guys good luck. I look forward to us kicking your ass in our next match. And remember, if you guys change your mind and want to relocate, I'll meet all your terms." "Gee, thanks, Maurice. If it's any consolation, up until we met her, we really were leaning toward coming back." Ethan rolled his eyes as he lied. "But you know how it is." "Yeah, I do. Bye." Maurice hung up and Ethan looked over at Javier. "I guess this means we'd better stock up on winter clothing. I hear the winters in Ottawa are a bitch." "Ah, but we'll have one very hot wolf to keep us warm, though, won't we."

Victoria crossed to answer it, and I had exactly two seconds to compose my face before she reappeared with Ethan Reeves framed in the doorway, camera bag slung over one shoulder, dark coat open over a navy henley, hair slightly damp like he’d showered in a hurry. He looked good. Annoyingly good. And for one stupid, disloyal second all I could think was Tommy never looked nervous before anything. Ethan does. “Hi,” Ethan said. “Hi.” Victoria beamed at him like she’d been waiting her whole life to meet a polite young man with a camera. “Ethan, right? Sloane’s photographer.” His mouth twitched. “That makes me sound much more glamorous than I am.” Dad came around the island and shook his hand. “R

he said firmly. Ethan, hearing his name called, immediately turned toward the group of people. He looked at Gio and Calvin calmly, showing no fear or concern. In fact, his gaze seemed cold, making Gio and Calvin feel a little uncomfortable. Gio and Calvin did not attack; they were still waiting for Ethan's reaction. But Ethan just stared at them, not moving or speaking. "Hey, why are you so quiet?" "Come on, join us!" Ethan looked at them again and said, "Are you Gerrard Wolf's men?"