Novel & Cerita Ethan Winters X Dimitrescu

' Ethan Wharton's face changed, and the beautiful bouquet of roses in his hand fell in shock. Ethan Wharton looked at Xenos Winter with sharp eyes and asked in a cold voice, 'Kristen Healey had an accident. Did you do it?' Xewinter was stunned and asked in disbelief, 'What are you talking about? How could it be me? ' Ethan Wharton didn't believe her hypocritical face at all, and her cold face slowly approached: 'Who else but you! I'm warning you, if anything happens to Kristen Healey, I'll double your Winter family's return. '

“Now it’s only the contract, I...” “Ethan tricked you.” I didn't let him finish, as I remembered my earlier conversation with Ethan. “What? Why would he do that?” “Because he's your brother.” I revealed, “Ethan is Mr. Winters’s elder son, your brother,” I added. Damian seemed shocked as he moved from the cell and paced around his hands in his hair; it was like he knew something about it.

Which told me everything. He was lying. But why pick Martina? Why drag her into this? Dimitri stepped forward, voice steady. “It wasn’t Martina.” His words sliced clean and cold. “It was Ethan. A Dhampir. He’s the one who let Graham go. Not only that, he told him what to do, gave him the steps. Told him how to proceed with the offering. Graham never even brought the parchment to be burned.” My eyes snapped to Graham. My fingers clenched his shirt and I yanked him to his feet like a rag.

However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”

I rested my hand on his desk. "I had to make it all seem professional. I can not have the other students thinking that I already have a pet, now can I?" he rested his hand over my hand. The way he said the word pet, gave me a sinister feeling. And why was his fucking skin so cold? "Sorry Mr. Winterbourne, I left my..." "Mr. Spencer, you ever heard of bloody knocking?" Dimitri asked. "Sorry, I just left my earphones here earlier." Ethan's eyes focused on our touching hands. I pulled my hand from under Dimitri's hold and I thought I heard him hiss. "I'll leave you two to it," Ethan cackled as he left the office.

Professional. Dmitri Volkov sits behind a massive desk, fifty-five years old with steel-gray hair and eyes like a shark. Cold. Calculating. Always looking for weakness to exploit. "Ethan Moretti." Dmitri's accent is thick, Russian vowels bleeding through English words. "Sit." It's not an invitation. It's a command. Ethan sits, trying to project confidence even though his hands are shaking with rage. With humiliation. "You said you had something for me," Dmitri continues. "Something worth my time."

"How'd you get in here?" "The door was unlocked and I stole Mr.Byers key last year." Mr.Byers was one of the janitors. "How did you?" "Mr.Fletcher gave me the key last year for a project, I never gave it back." I told him bluntly before turning and looking back out the window. "It's the best time of the year, you know, when the ground is covered with snow but not so much snow that you can't walk through it without your socks getting wet." Dallas spoked softly as he slowly started walking towards me. My back was towards him.

"Is Master Ethan currently traveling out to hunt down Tyler's location?" "Probably! His alpha beast didn't drop a definitive statement for sure before his boots left." My fingers push my glasses higher up my nose, my mouth adding, "Expel the panic. There shouldn't exist any real problem on the ice. Master Ethan would drop a clear warning to our department if something truly dangerous happened to our top wolves." The vice president nods his head, then suddenly logs a fresh memory inside his brain, his voice stating, "That specific Sierra training academy that Master Ethan traveled to for the advanced hockey training course a few sun cycles ago just announced its permanent closure on the netwo

" 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.