Novel & Cerita Ethan Winters

Mine came out of the gate as four completely separate weather systems. Ethan was the watcher. He'd go still and study a room like he was memorizing the exits, and when the others fell apart he'd just observe them with this calm, ancient patience, like he was taking notes for later. He was the one who never cried for no reason. When Ethan cried, something was actually wrong.

My husband, Ethan Caldwell, has three mistresses who have no idea the others even exist. That is because I always make sure to plan his schedule. "On the 15th, you're going skiing with Lydia Bennett. On the 18th, you're taking Vivian Sinclair house hunting. On the 25th, you're flying to Derbin Isle with Jennifer Harrington to see the Northern Lights. I've already booked the tickets." After checking the three conversations he has pinned to the top of his phone, I recited his schedule to him as calmly as if I were discussing an ordinary business meeting. Without even looking up, Ethan says, "Add one more thing on the 20th. It's Vivi's dog's third birthday." I freeze for a moment but ev

"She's pursuing me. Genius artist from the New Zealand Academy of Art. Completely smitten with my charms." I stared at him incredulously. "You're blowing your own horn. Again." "Jealous?" Ethan smirked, straightening his collar where I'd crumpled it. "As if," I scoffed. "She's probably just messing with you." "You wish," Ethan retorted. "Not everyone can be as irresistible as me." Before I could respond with an appropriately cutting remark, the door opened again. Emma Winters walked in, followed shortly by Henry Stewart. Their timing suggested they'd both come from the same event but arrived separately to avoid gossip.

“What should I do?” The assistant was caught off guard. It was the first time Nick had ever asked him for advice. He stood up quickly, speaking carefully. “Sir, you might not like what I’m about to say, but I’ve been by your side for eight years. I’ve seen everything you and Ms. Winters have gone through.” He paused to study Nick’s face. When he saw no sign of anger, he went on. “You two once loved each other deeply. You survived countless storms together, but you couldn’t survive the quiet. Ms. Winters won’t come back once she’s gone.

Between Zach's smiling face and Ethan's seething expression, I decided to endure the moment. "Mr. Howe, long time no see," Ethan said, forcing the words through gritted teeth. Zach did not take offense as he replied, "Mr. West, it seems you've got quite the beauty at your side. My apologies for intruding." At those words, Ethan seemed to remember the woman standing nervously beside him, the cheap imitation of myself. His face paled and flushed in quick succession as he hurriedly said, "Lana, let me explain. I have nothing to do with her. I—"

Miles took it naturally and bit into it. Then he grinned and gave Serena a thumbs-up. “Of course it’s good. You bought it.” Serena lightly swatted him. “Flatterer.” Gina smiled warmly as she watched the two of them tease each other. “Serena, Miles, there’s something I wanted to tell you. Ethan called me yesterday. He said his assignment finished ahead of schedule, so he’ll be coming home for the holidays this year.” Gina looked at Serena. “Your birthday is right around the holidays, Serena. This year, Ethan will finally be home to celebrate with you.”

My wolf whined inside my chest, confused and angry that I was mad at her. She thought she was protecting the pack. That wasn’t protection. That was violence. I wanted to dig a hole and never come out. I didn’t know how long I sat there. Long enough for the moon to climb higher and pull at my skin like fingers. Long enough for tears to dry cold on my cheeks. Boots crunched on pine needles behind me. I knew who it was before he spoke. Ethan always smelled like winter air and that stupid expensive cologne his dad made him wear for photoshoots.

Ethan resembled a teenager who got caught making out with his first girlfriend by his mother and I resembled a shaking leaf. Fun facts; 1. Ethan is a CEO of one of the biggest companies in the whole of New york. Winter Fox : Daughter of Nicholas Fox, An editor at the local Newspaper agency, a nerd and a Romance writer/ erotica (Which I rather eat my brother sock than my family finding out about it) “Get back here,both of you” he roars. We didn't need to be told twice. Ethan and I scrambled to our feet and took our respective seats ignoring the mess of the dining table.

Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her. Their friends flooded the comments. "Just get together already!" "Forget women. Bros are better. Say you’ll be my new sister-in-law!" "Totally! Brynn’s way better than his wife. At least she doesn’t kill the mood by doing something stupid like throwing cake." She replied with a smirking emoji: "You idiots, stop talking nonsense. Ronan is only fit to be my obedient son for life, got it?" My hands trembled as I exited the group.

“You can call me Gavril. Gavrill Hawthorne.” “Hawthorne? I thought Nolan's last name was Smith?” “He took his mom’s last name.” I nodded my head in realisation. I didn’t even know that. “My name is Winter. Winter Cooper.” He nodded. “You want some bread” he offered. I took the bread and bolted to my room to video-call my best friend, Sicily, to inform her about what had happened. My suitcase lay on my bed as I had begun to repack to go back home.