Ethan Winters X Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

" She looks like Blair. If it were up to her, I'd burn all my white shirts.” Dimitri declared, walking back into the room without the box, to my utter frustration. He stopped next to me, taking stock of the matter. " Hey, I don't have a problem with your white shirts, I just don't think anyone needs fourteen of them," I glared at him. That remark elicited a small laugh from Ethan, who took the last sip of his beer and stood up, handing the bottle back to me. " I have to agree with her on this, it doesn't hurt to vary the colors a little," I stood up, taking the bottle from his hand.

"Sensible. You should keep those legs off the ice." I dipped a piece of crawfish into the spicy vinaigrette and held it out to him. He froze for a heartbeat, his eyes searching mine, before parting his lips. As he ate, a visible warmth seemed to soften his features. The harmony of the moment acted as a temporary veil over the jagged edges of our earlier fight. "Are you taking the stage?" Ethan asked. "Of course. It’s the final Winter Solstice of my academic life." "I see. I believe I’d like to be in the audience," Ethan said casually.

Then he looked back at Marcus Grey. "Dimitri Volkov," Marcus Grey said. That smile came onto his face, wide and genuine in the way that very dangerous people were sometimes genuinely amused. He spread his arms slightly. "I always underestimate you. Every single time." He shook his head. "Welcome." "Keep that," Dimitri said. "I did not come here for pleasantries." He tilted his head toward the commissioner without looking at him directly. "I see you have already found yourself some help with the local errands."

A rush of love in my chest. Aiden is not only my father, his always been my best friend too. "You know the problems we still have with the Eclipse pack, war has felt inevitable over the years. She could help with th.." he doesn't get to finish his sentence. SMASH.. I hear growing and move to turn the water off, instinct taking over. Moving faster than I ever have I am rush dried, dressed and in the lounge in under a minute. Shocked to find Ethan on the ground, Aiden on top of him. Holding his collar as he growls in his face. His claws out as he struggles not to turn. Dimitri, Aiden's wolf is ready to show Ethan who the real Alpha male is.

As soon as he says this, he takes a step back, and within five seconds, a massive black wolf the size of a fully grown buffalo stood in his place - the exact same wolf I painted the other night. The beast looked majestic, tall and sleek with fur the colour of coal. His silver eyes shone as he regarded me and looked unsettling against his black coat. Compared to Terra, Eclipse is gigantic! Then it was gone, and Dimitri stood naked in front of me. Oh, my. /“We’ll head inside, Dimitri,”/ Caterina says over the mind link and ushers the other women inside.

The twins laugh at him, teasing him about getting coal. “No Mom! I'm sorry. Please don't call Santa on me!” He plays along and the twins laugh. “Ricky's gonna be on the naughty list!” Val sings. “After further consideration, I don't think that Die Hard should be considered a Christmas movie.” Ricky says, moving over to me and I wrap my arm around his shoulder. “Traitor.” Wilder hisses at him with a grin. “Son, I can't believe that you would side with your mother over me. Remember that I'm the one that let you dr-” He stops suddenly and looks at me with a guilty expression.

"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.

They linger. Long after you’ve tried to kill them. A voice cut through the quiet from behind me. Low. Smooth. Confident. “Liana?” I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. I’d recognize Ethan Ward’s voice anywhere. Of course he came. He stepped into view, tall in a charcoal suit, dark hair perfectly styled, eyes unreadable. Ethan was my colleague — technically my superior — at Blackstone & Winters. The firm that goes head-to-head against Damien’s company in court regularly.

The dominant, intoxicating scent of dark cedar and winter frost radiating from Ethan was a comforting anchor in the dimness, wrapping around Elena like an invisible, protective cloak. "You handled Valerius with a remarkable level of calculated cruelty," Ethan murmured, his deep baritone echoing softly against the damp stone walls. He didn't look at her, but his shoulder lightly brushed hers as they walked, a deliberate, grounding point of contact. "The High Court lords are historically arrogant, yet you managed to reduce their entire defense to a pile of flawed mathematics in less than ten minutes."

I shrugged and giggled as I let go of her hands and instantly regretted the decision as they were now cold She groaned "You are not making helping you very easy Miss Collins." "Where is my vodka?" I asked noticing she was no longer holding it I turned and spotted in the grass and instantly dove for it catching her off guard as she tried to pull it from my grasp. She slipped on the wet grass falling on top of me as the rest of the contents poured into my mouth and all over my face. I giggled and threw the bottle into the grass behind me and as I opened my eyes I realized her face was mere inches from mine. She looked stunning, lips parted slightly in surprise, eyes set on mine with an unreada