Ethan Winters Novels & Stories

He told her again shaking her hand and giving her a smile, "It's nice to meet you." "You too." Cindy grinned taking him in. He was really hot and he definitely screamed a fun time, "Oh I love when Ethan brings home friends." She smirked running her eyes over Jaxon. She was almost positive that all of Ethan's friends were hot as hell. He had brought some over before, like for a long weekend, or a holiday but she would admit Jaxon really took the trophy for being the best looking.

She leaned further into Ethan's embrace as if staking her claim. Ethan looked up, his face clouding with annoyance when he saw me. "Can't you at least try to look cheerful on Thanksgiving? Also, I've told you many times to be mindful of your appearance. Learn from Mandy, will you?" My messy, mud-stained clothes were clearly out of place. Yet, he showed no concern, his eyes filled only with complaint and disgust. I took a deep breath, struggling to control my emotions. I looked at them and asked coldly, "Ethan, where's Heidi?"

My body touched my soft bed and I drifted right to sleep. ***** I woke up feeling good and beautiful I don't know if its the baby hormones, but I loved it. I walked to my room window letting it open. I usually don't open it wide but i wanted to today. I wanted the sunlight but what I didn't bargain for; was Ethan stepping down from his car with his new entourage. Why were they following him? But most importantly why was he here? Hello everyone❤️ thanks for the support Please vot❤️🥹

He had a deep frown on his face as he looked at me, and his eyes lingered on Geneva for a second. Luckily, before anyone could notice the tension between Ethan and me, a reporter ran over to his side. “Mr. Ethan, what do you have in store for the next season? Any major surprises?” The reporter asked, and Ethan's deadly gaze reluctantly left mine. “Canada will win this year's championship!” Ethan said, with a bright smile. But I quickly noticed that he put his hands in his pockets to hide his clenched fist. “So bold! Canada will never win!” Geneva sneered, her eyes taunting Ethan.

Hearing Ethan say my art was the only thing that saved his beast from ending his own life strikes something incredibly tender and aching deep inside my chest. "You stayed silent for ten whole winters, Ethan," I ask him softly, my voice stepping through the anger of the room. "What changed your mind today?" Ethan looks straight into my eyes, a deep reverence clouded by a massive, broken sorrow in his gaze. "Because my little sister just died this morning." "What?" Loud gasps ripple through the entire hall like wildfire. The crowd, the judges, and every wolf on the stage freeze completely—staggered, silent, and totally devastated by the words.

Alexander Reed lived in "Blue Coast," a renowned affluent residential area, where he stood out even among the wealthy—his standalone villa was surrounded by a meticulously arranged garden, with no other residences within a kilometer. This, of course, was largely for security reasons. This time, Reed had his driver personally pick up Ethan Winters. The driver, a middle-aged man, courteously opened the car door for Ethan and waited for him to be seated before closing the door and returning to his seat.

Such a brat! “Nope!” I huffed at his declaration and went back to working on my laptop, leaving Ethan sprawled up in my bed. It was now February, almost the end of winter vacations, with the finals right around the corner and Ethan was here in my house lazing around since Dylan and Ember had taken over his apartment for the day, his words not mine. And for once, Ethan had used the front door.

" Adrian Pierce's eyes reddened as he grabbed her hand. "Are you worried about Kyle? It's fine. We can have another—" "Get away from me!" She flung Adrian's hand off at once and shoved him to the ground. In the chaos, she stood in the middle of the living room and saw the wedding photo of her and Owen Duncan that had already been thrown into the trash. She ran over like a madwoman, picked it up, and wiped it again and again. She'd felt sorry for Adrian because he'd lost his wife so early. She'd put a lot of effort into trying to help him.

“Yeah, well, the prophecy didn’t ask for my permission.” Footsteps in the hallway. Heavy, deliberate, not running like the others. A figure stepped through the wreckage—tall, lean, dark hair pulled back, eyes sharp as broken glass. Ethan. Relic Discovery Lead for the underground network that had been feeding us scraps of truth for months. He looked like he’d run through hell to get here and still had the energy to look pissed. “You picked a hell of a night for a family reunion,” he said, stepping over a dead wolf without looking down. “But I’ve got something. Something that might keep you from tearing yourself apart the next time that happens.”

Ethan Shaw is dead. His face has been destroyed and his limbs severed. When his body reaches the morgue, the person who performs the autopsy is his own wife, Dr. Vivian Sullivan. She is a cool, rational professor of forensic pathology, and she is the woman Ethan loved for more than a decade. Six years ago he lost his voice saving her life, and she married him because of it. In all the years that followed, she remembered every one of his follow-up appointments yet never once remembered his birthday. She tended his injuries, but gave every ounce of warmth and favor she had to his younger brother. Right up until the moment he died, Ethan was calling her, over and over. And she hung up on h