Ethan Winters X Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

Narrator’s POV After they settled in, Emily’s mother, Winter, could not hold herself back. She smiled proudly and began to speak. “My dear Emily is so lucky. She has such good taste in choosing a man. Ethan is very reliable, and he takes good care of her,” she said, then paused and looked at Grace. “You may not know this, since you do not watch movies much, but Ethan is a very capable man. He has won three Best Screenwriter awards for three consecutive years, and also a Best Actor award in the movie industry.”

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."

He didn’t say anything, nor did he move, which did nothing in calming me down. “Please,” I begged. “I can’t tell you that because that would be a lie, Xy,” he said at last. “Who?” I asked, my lips trembling. “Dmitry?” It was the first name that came to mind. Dmitry Vashkov. The Erebus and The Ethereal hated one another. If The Erebus had truly sent Eros to kill Dmitry, I honestly didn’t know what I’d do. It was a possibility that I might end up killing my so-called best friend tonight.

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

He gracefully bowed down before softly placing his left hand on my waist and his right hand on mine. Both of us spun gracefully in the music, twirling to each melody as both of our feet swayed in harmony. His strong arms were able to support me and thus, the result of such beautiful movements that made others look at us. On the last note, he spun me before letting my hand go and took one last bow. “I am glad we get to share such a beautiful dance. I am Franklin Quinn, heir to the Quinn house.” He smiled but was cut by his twin brother’s presence.

A thin layer of mist coats the loch, and the heather and fern are dull in the grey light. Ahead, there are a few Wolves making their way back through the castle walls, laughing and joking with one another. They’re all as naked as Ethan. “Goddess!” I turn my head, only to be confronted with Ethan’s hard chest. My pulse beats a little faster, warmth blooming in my lower stomach. His grip on me almost imperceptibly tightens. “You Wolves really have no modesty, do you?” Ethan chuckles. “It’s only natural.”

"He is conniving with his half brother, Mattias." "Who in freaking hell is Mattias? And from where did this man come from?" I yelled. Luke makes the decision to disclose the known fact about this other character in our story. "Mattias is also Dimitri Wilson's son but from another woman." And that does it for me. In light of this fact, Ethan seems to have been able to keep track of the Wilson brothers' plans and schemes from the beginning. I locked my gaze on Ethan and, without warning, yanked him by the collar, startling both his capo and underboss in the process.

Adina let out a long sigh. “A few years ago, there were some rumors about Duke Winters wanting to marry Dew. I thought those were just rumors,” Ethan said, voice deep. “In this case, the Daugherty family still has a good relationship with the Winters family. Although they are not connected by marriage, the Winters family is at least willing to lend a hand to the Daugherty family when they are down. This is worth thinking over.”