Ethan Winters Novels & Stories

Chapter 30: Shadows of the Past Ethan paced the length of his study, the sleek, modern room dimly lit except for the glow of his laptop screen. The name Daniel Winters repeated in his head like a mantra, each syllable sharpening his resolve. Whoever this man was, he had made a grave mistake. "Jake," Ethan barked into his phone. "I need everything on a Daniel Winters. Every record, every connection, every debt. I don’t care how you get it just make it fast."

"Where's Ethan?" Winter giggled behind her hand. "Don's off handling family stuff. He said you should think things over, and when you're ready to see sense, he'll let you out. "Come on, Sis, don't be so headstrong. Ethan's still got a soft spot for you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought you back. "Just play nice and the three of us can live together just fine." Three of us? I nearly gagged. "Winter, have you no shame? How can you even say that?"

“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.”

*Aaron* I don't know about you, but waking up next to someone as extraordinary as Winter can do funny things to a guy. Today, I felt like I was plugged into an energy grid or something. I woke from deep sleep, blinking against the golden rays pouring through the window, only to find Winter still lost in her dreams, her red hair swirling around her like a fiery halo. For a moment, I just sat there, taking in the sight, wondering how someone so ethereal could exist in my world. The tattoo on my chest—a northern star—seemed to pulse in sync with my heartbeat, thrumming with the same energy I felt when I marked her.

He returned her look before he glanced back toward Ethan. “So, Ethan, what do you do in Ellisvale? I haven’t had a chance to learn much about the tribe yet,” he said with a smile. Ethan raised his eyebrows and gave Izzy a sly look before he chuckled. “Of course you wouldn’t. I work with my parents on their ranch. We have cattle and horses, we raise and sell them, among other animals,” Ethan said. “That must be rewarding, to be outside all day,” Nate said. “Most days, yes. But, it does get cold in the winter and those are the days I regret living so far north,” he said with a wry smile.

"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

“Jane saved my life. She’s the one I love now. Ms. William, you need to look to the future instead of dwelling in the past.” It was easy for him to say. Three years ago, Ethan told me he was going on a sketching trip to the mountains just one month before our wedding. He had smiled and said, “Lexie, once I finish this series of ‘Mountain Spirits,’ I’ll come back and marry you.” So, I waited and waited. However, what came instead was news of a blizzard sealing off the mountain and a search team returning with nothing but a damaged hiking boot.

The last thread of Ethan’s self‑control snapped. He lifted his leg and kicked Olivia hard across the legs. A horrifying scream tore from her throat. Her legs collapsed beneath her, limp and twisted in a way that made it clear they were broken. Her whole body trembled from the pain, yet she still glared at Ethan with venom in her eyes. “Ethan… you are going to pay for this. “You will lose Vivian, your company will collapse, and in the end you will have nothing left.” Ethan stared at her suffering without a trace of pity.

"Hmm, this is hard...I'm gonna choose owl city and before you exit. You?" "The 1975, Twenty-one pilots and owl city." "Song?" I asked. He paused to think then said, "Fireflies by owl city." I nodded in agreement...Hmm, he has a taste. "Mine is, I see fire by Ed Sheeran, Kill em with kindness by Selena Gomez, I won't give up by Jason Mraz, yeah plenty." Then I think about another question. "What is your favorite season?" "Winter." He said. I smiled, "Copycat. Mine is winter also." I said.

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.